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A fresh wind was blowing when I left the store, and the park was full of people enjoying the cooler weather and clearer air. Driving to San Jose to the library, to the north we could clearly see the parched foothills, while to the south there was fog—or possibly smoke, I hope not—cupped in the greener mountains.
On the way back, the driver of a BMW sport utility demonstrated just how aggressive and plain bad driving can be in San Jose, while as we came into Santa Clara, an old gent was sedately driving a blood-red Firebird.
On the way back, the driver of a BMW sport utility demonstrated just how aggressive and plain bad driving can be in San Jose, while as we came into Santa Clara, an old gent was sedately driving a blood-red Firebird.