D.O.P.-T.

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Had to run an errand in Mountain View—no more local post office. I think I re-tanned my face. A gleaming maroon 1940 Ford was parked outside; I admired it to the older couple who were getting in. A few spaces down, a Prussian blue Maserati. Relatively few Teslas, but there was a red sedan on Castro Street, where a couple more buildings have signs requesting permission to remodel into restaurants.