On the way back from mountain biking today, I saw a brawl in the median. One guy was bleeding and waving around a tire iron at another guy, plus there was a lady shouting and calling someone on her cell phone in a threatening manner. It was madness.
With that, I'm off to Missoula for vacation (and to see R's wee nephew for the first time). Can you believe the 15 goes all the way from San Diego to Montana? Notice how I called it "the 15" in total SoCal fashion (instead of just "15," as we referred to freeways up in NorCal)? I've gone native.