Well, ok, there is the occasional good trash fire seen from your living room window at 1:30 on a Wednesday morning. And the sweet, sweet smell of burning garbage. (And then the lingery, nasty funk of singed, wet garbage.)
But I'd argue that the trash, while it did bring lots of firefighters with big hoses right to your doorstep, isn't what settled that subtle sparkle in your eyes this morning...-----------------------------------------------
And for those of you keeping track (i.e., me... and maybe Aaron) I am now 19.3 miles on my way to LA (be that Louisiana or Los Angeles). And yes, I'm hypothetically walking on highways.
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