On a day of driving through spectacular scenery (for the route from Winslow back home to Los Angeles crosses spectacular swathes of mountain and wildness), you might well be forgiven for asking - why this corner of a bathroom in Winslow? Answer (a) - well, mostly, I was driving, and driving at the speed limit (or, yes, a calculated mile or so above) in the interests of getting home in more-or-less daylight. And (b) - there is something curiously satisfying, and unremarkable, about this.
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