I'm back in the Bay Area and Pablo is in town, visiting his brother, so we spent some time together at the Museum of Modern Art seeing the Lichtenstein show (good, very good) before going out to lunch.
I left my car in the Moma SF garage. When I came back, I found a note. And it was not from a secret admirer.
I laughed. I laughed really hard. (It was, as I noticed afterwards, a compact car parking space. And I was so proud I could fit the Cherokee into that tiny space!)
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