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greenbagjosh · 1 year

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Wednesday 20 November 2002 - return to work - the car still smells of fresh paint - Adam Sandler’s animated holiday film premiere at the Kabuki in SF

20 November 2002

EN Hi everyone! I had returned from my November 2002 vacation, and brought candies to my work colleagues. I also noticed the progress made, after my car had time to sit and allow the paint job fumes to dissipate. There would be no further journeys outside the USA until late April 2003. The family saw my presents the following Sunday the 24th November.

DE Hallo allerseits! Ich war aus meinem Urlaub im November 2002 zurückgekehrt und hatte meinen Arbeitskollegen Süßigkeiten mitgebracht. Ich bemerkte auch die erzielten Fortschritte, nachdem mein Auto Zeit hatte, sich hinzusetzen und die Dämpfe der Lackierung zu zerstreuen. Bis Ende April 2003 gab es keine weiteren Reisen außerhalb der USA. Die Familie sah meine Geschenke am folgenden Sonntag, dem 24. November.

DK Hej allesammen! Jeg var vendt tilbage fra min ferie i november 2002 og bragte slik til mine arbejdskolleger. Jeg lagde også mærke til fremskridtene, efter at min bil havde tid til at sidde og lade lakeringsdampene forsvinde. Der ville ikke være flere rejser uden for USA før sidst i april 2003. Familien så mine gaver den følgende søndag den 24. november.

SE Hej allihopa! Jag hade återvänt från min semester i november 2002 och hade med mig godis till mina arbetskollegor. Jag märkte också framstegen efter att min bil hade tid att sitta och låta lackeringsångorna försvinna. Det skulle inte bli några fler resor utanför USA förrän i slutet av april 2003. Familjen såg mina presenter följande söndag den 24 november.

FR Salut tout le monde! J'étais revenu de mes vacances de novembre 2002 et j'avais apporté des bonbons à mes collègues de travail. J'ai également remarqué les progrès réalisés, après que ma voiture ait eu le temps de s'asseoir et de laisser les vapeurs de peinture se dissiper. Il n'y aurait plus de voyages en dehors des États-Unis jusqu'à fin avril 2003. La famille a vu mes cadeaux le dimanche suivant, le 24 novembre.

Guten Morgen! Good morning!

Wednesday the 20th November 2002 I returned to work. I had been away for almost two weeks. It had also been about a month, since my car had to go into the repair shop because it was rear-ended. I had a 2003 Ford Escort US fleet edition for the time my car was in the shop, but it was good to have it back. I would go back to my parent's house on Sunday the 24th November.

About 5:30 AM I woke up, took a shower, dressed up for work, and took my gifts to work - and of course, I brought my work ID, necessary to enter the secure area of the office. I had not seen my car for two weeks, and had wondered how much the paint smell had gone down. I opened the car door, and could still smell the paint. I had to crank down the windows while driving. I drove to the office which was, at the time, 303 Twin Dolphin Drive, in Redwood City, not particularly far from the Redwood Shores Lagoon. I made it to the office about 7 AM.

Once I was inside the office, I let my supervisor know, and put my assortment of chocolates and similar snacks out for people to enjoy. Everyone was pleased to sample the snacks. At times, I would tell people where I went.

I did not return to Europe until August 2003. Also I did not leave the USA until at least April 2003, in that case, I went to Canada. The 24th November 2002 I went to see my parents, and give my mother the Schwibbogen that she asked for. She really liked it. Everyone else enjoyed the Lebkuchen and similar. And of course I did my laundry. It was good to be back home.

The only other adventure until the end of the year, was going to Contra Costa County by car on 29th November 2002, and playing a couple of my cassettes that I recorded off the radio when visiting Copenhagen and Malmö. I even remember hearing "Did anyone approach you" from A-Ha's then-recent "Lifelines" CD. That same night, I drove to San Francisco's Japantown, have some sushi and go to the Kabuki Theater and see the Adam Sandler animated film "Eight Crazy Nights". Not to have seen it, would have been a technical foul, as stated by one of the characters, Whitey.

So now the November 2002 vacation is over. Hope you enjoyed reading about it, and I hope to write again towards the end of 2022 about December 2002.

Gute Nacht! Good night!

#Volkswagen #Jetta #TDI #paint #smell #Lebkuchen #Redwood City #Foster City #Canada #Contra Costa County #California #San Francisco #A-Ha #Concord #Eight Crazy Nights #Adam Sandler #Whitey #Seizure #Technical Foul

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consultatarotporwhatsapp · 1 year

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Mediums Real en Lake Wilson

#Aries no cuentas tus secretos, si cuentas algo a alguien es porque ya no es un secreto o porque quieres que todos ya se enteren.

Tarot Y Videncia:

Llámanos Ahora

🇺🇸 Estados Unidos: +1 21 37 84 79 82

Para resolver los problemas del corazón y entregarnos a la felicidad. ¡Los temas del corazón son tan complejos! Cuando el amor no ha tocado a la puerta nos sentimos ansiosos por encontrar a la paraje ideal y una vez que la tenemos nos enfrentamos al miedo de perderla. En cualquiera de los casos no hay de qué preocuparnos porque el tarot amor nos brinda la ayuda necesaria para triunfar en una relación.

#Foster City #College Park #West City #Hatley

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racheleatsburritos · 2 years

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Taco Bell (Foster City, CA)

Beefy 5 Layer Burrito. I’ve gone full Zack and spent $70 to have T-Bell delivered to this birthday party. Nobody asked for it, but there are no leftovers. Happy birthday, Eliza!

#burritos #burrito #taco bell #foster city #beefy five layer #best friend

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kaddisudhi · 2 years

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Juvenile Cooper's Hawk

Juvenile Cooper’s Hawk

A juvenile cooper’s hawk hanging around my friend’s place. (more…)

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#Birds #Cooper&039;s Hawk #Foster City #Hawk #Wildlife

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Prompt 149

Danny is not the ghost king. In fact, he’s never going to be the ghost king.

However, that doesn’t stop him from getting summoned, which is stressful. First of all, he has school to deal with, second of all, he’s just a lil baby ghost so shouldn’t even be able to be summoned, and three, his new ghost-dad gets a… tiny bit upset. Not at him, but he can only talk him out of destroying a world thanks to some idiot-cults so many times before there’s the temptation to let him do so.

#DCxDP #DPxDC #prompts #Pariah adopts Danny #Stops his plans to take over the world by the ghost equivalent of a tiny baby holding ur finger for the first time ever #Aka new halfa child came at him swinging and that’s utterly Adorable #To Pariah he’s just a lil guy- a lil baby boi #And since he’s still half alive he Supposes the city needs to still exist in the living world #He’s just going to hold the lil child in his hands and marvel while Danny tries to gnaw a finger off #Fright Knight is his official babysitter & now lives in his shadow half the time #The crown only transfers through a mutual battle/challenge #Which didn’t exactly happen #Vlad is technically also a ghost-child & gets sent to a medical foster-home until his obsession-sickness is fixed #no one bothered stopping the cult because the summoning hasn’t worked for hundreds of millenia #They now regret this #if wanted could also be marvel #dp x marvel #or really any sort of crossover #if there's magic or summoning it works lol

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crescentpaws · 1 month

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so funny to me when people in the kotlc fandom are like “i hate sophie foster”

like buddy…. this is not the right series for you then 😭😭

#leave her alone!!!!!#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc sophie #sophie foster

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shimmeringlesbian · 6 months

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hot take. tam and linh didn't dip their hair in molten metal. that's impossible. it's silver hair dye. they're little emos who thought it would sound cool and sophie fell for it. and now they've commited to the bit too hard and can't tell her the truth.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #tam song #linh song #sophie foster #shitpost

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letoasai · 1 year

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dp x dc 2

A what if...

If Danny was originally a ghost child, born from one of the seven ancients that sealed Pariah Dark. In an unfortunate accident, he was caught by the Fentons and experimented on. In a twist of strange fate, he was turned human, and basically given life. Because he was no longer a ghost, they decided to adopt him.

Danny had no memory of his earliest years, or the experiments done on him but Jazz does and she quietly took better care of her brother than their parents did of either of them. At fourteen, he still dies and becomes a half ghost, partially because of his heritage kicking in. He still defeats Pariah Dark and becomes the Ghost King and the only one that knows his original identity is Clockwork who didn’t figure it out himself until Danny became a halfa. His human self being untraceable for them.

Danny is sixteen when he tells his parents about himself, oddly enough against Jazz’s advice. They didn't take it well and were ready to put him back on the table to experiment on him a second time to ‘fix him’ again.

It was Jazz that ended up sabotaging everything and grabbing her brother to run. She’d been packed and ready to go, expecting Jack and Maddie’s overreaction. Jazz finally tells him about the hazy memories she can recall about his arrival. Being only two years older than him, she was just a child but she remembered enough on top of their neglected childhood to decide to bail with him.

Clockwork was the one to give them their destination. Head to Gotham, where Danny could meet his mother, Lady Gotham, who is eagerly awaiting and preparing for his arrival. ~ ~ Batman did not like being summoned for meetings, he especially didn’t like being summoned for a meeting in his own batcave. That was his own space being infringed upon and he didn’t like it one bit. Meetings were for mutual areas unless it was called by one of his own children. Even then, those meetings were usually at the dinner table.

Constantine contacting him to have an ‘urgent chat’ was the last thing he wanted. Constantine usually avoided work when he could, and anything he would bring to the table meant trouble was on its way.

He’d had enough apocalyptic chaos for one month. It was only worse that Constantine insisted they meet tonight instead of the League meeting at the end of the week. Things that couldn’t wait meant more work for him.

Batman’s eyes narrowed at the sound of footsteps moving through the west side of the batcave. Even knowing it was coming, he was unhappy knowing that Constantine used the private door that only a few knew about to get inside.

“You’re early. That’s unheard of.” Batman commented, smelling the smoke of the man’s cigarette before even turning around. “Put that out.”

“Don’t think i will.” Constantine said, a hint of stress in his voice. “I dunno what you did but i don’t appreciate being dragged into it.”

“What i did?” Batman frowned, turning away from his computer to stand. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’re the one that wanted to talk.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Constantine said, inhaling. His free hand held another cigarette that he likely planned to light when the first was gone. “Someone wants to speak to you. You’re going to speak to them.”

“Tch.” Batman crossed his arms. It wasn’t a wonder to him why his children were so stubborn. He could see himself in many of their habits. “Am i?”

Constantine shrugged. “Yeah, i think you are. They’re your bloody benefactor so i really don’t think you got a choice. I’m just a middle man.”

“Benefactor?” Batman scowled, a list of possible names running through his mind but nothing held. Something that required Constantine’s presence was even more baffling. “What are you talking about?”

The atmosphere in the cave suddenly changed. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but given the way Constantine tensed, they both felt it. It was like a wave of something spread out through the room, brushing against both of them and moving out to fill the rest of the corner.

“John, who did you invite here?”

“Oh, i don’t think i could do something like that. Way above my pay grade.” Constantine muttered, turning to face the same direction he’d just come from. There was no noise, no footsteps, nothing to indicate an intruder other than the feeling filling every inch of the batcave. “May i present to you, the spirit of Gotham herself. Lady Gotham.”

For a long few seconds nothing happened. It wasn’t an overly timely introduction but a woman did appear. She moved fluidly, silently, disappearing and reappearing between every step. She looked to be made of stone, everything from the visible skin of her legs and bare feet, to her cloak. She could have been a fixture somewhere in the city, a beautiful gargoyle but she moved with complete ease.

The hood of her cloak was drawn low, a veil covering her face. Even making her way through the moderately lit cave, she was nearly shrouded in shadows still. The most visible feature she had were bright, toxic green eyes that almost seemed to swirl.

Sharp horns protruded through her hood that wrapped behind her head and at her elbows were a small set of stone wings that must have been useless but she gave no indication one way or the other. Not even when they seemed to flutter.

“Lady Gotham?” Batman blinked, trying to absorb what he was seeing. To commit everything to memory. Her appearance should have given away so much but instead he got nothing.

“Yes. She is who this city was named for. She is this city’s soul. Powerful, old, and the beginning of… well a lot.” Constantine muttered. “She apparently likes your ragtag team of bats and birds too.”

“Protectors…” She spoke, her voice was like a whisper, but there was an edge to it that made it seem like her speaking at a normal volume would be a very bad thing. “Protectors are always welcome here.”

Batman stared and didn’t know right off what he was supposed to say. He didn’t feel like he was in danger, but he had no idea what a supposed spirit would want with him. He’d been playing his role as batman for years without a trace of this Lady Gotham before.

Constantine cleared his throat. “Well since that introduction was made, i’ll see myself ou-”

“Stay.” she said, stopping only a few few away from them. She still blinked in and out of existence. Sometimes pieces of her would be visible while the rest of her faded in and out.

“Yes…” Constantine reluctantly muttered.

Batman straightened. “Never heard of you.” Constantine nearly groaned. “But i can’t refute what’s right before me. What can i help you with?”

She tilted her head, and the motion should have been impossible if she were actually made of stone. He got the impression that she was amused despite not really being able to see her face.

“Protector. Knight. Hero. Father. You have assumed so many mantles.” Gotham spoke softly. “There is only so much i can do, i do interfere when i can.”

He nodded though he had no idea what she was talking about. He’d always pulled his own weight but if there was an otherworldly entity assisting him, would he know?

“I come to you, to ask for a favor. You, with the means to grant such a thing.”

“What sort of favor?”

“A halfa has been directed to my core with his human sister. They require living arrangements.” She spoke firmly. “I can offer them my love, my welcome, my embrace, even a taste of my power but monetary needs and documents are out of my hands.”

“A halfa?” Batman frowned, not understanding the phrase other than them not being human if their sister being human was clarified.

“Nooo…” Constantine stared, looking like he’d prefer it if the floor just opened up and swallowed him. “Not the halfa that defeated Pariah Dark...”

“The very same.” Gotham clasped her hands in front of her, form flickering again. She radiated pride.

“The halfa that defeated Pariah Dark and became the Ghost King?” Constantine obviously wanted to get the hell out of Gotham.

“The same.” She repeated.

“Ghost King?” Batman frowned. “Why is he coming here?”

She disappeared, reappearing several feet to her left. “He is in need of a home. He is only sixteen human years old.”

“He’s a child?!” Constantine looked horrified. “And he became the Ghost King!?”

“Yes.” She said, somewhat patient. “My son is welcome here, so you will welcome him.”

Constantine was lighting that second cigarette. “Son… I gotta...I gotta sit down.”

Batman however was trying to ignore what he couldn’t grasp at the moment, and focus on what he could. “Documentation and lodgings for two minors is well within my means to provide.” He glanced back at Constantine who was walking away to grab a chair. “You’ll explain the Ghost King thing later.”

Constantine just waved him off as he collapsed into a chair.

Lady Gotham had moved, now standing directly in front of Batman without having moved a muscle. “My son and his human sister know what it means to be hunted. My child’s core screams for help and receives so little.” She suddenly seemed to tower over batman in a way she didn’t before. “He will receive assistance here.”

Batman stood firm, but it would be a lie to say he was completely unaffected. Despite that trickle of fear in his chest, he’d always done his best to be there for his kids. It didn’t mean he was successful, but he tried. What was two more? “I understand. Whatever he’s running from will be handled. When will he arrive?”

Lady Gotham paused. “Soon. Travel is slow, but steady. Another day.”

Batman hummed, that was plenty of time to get everything set up temporarily. He would talk to the Ghost King and his sister to discuss more permanent plans. His attitude however, seemed to be just what Lady Gotham expected.

She turned to Constantine. “You will find him easiest. Bring them here.”

Constantine heaved a sigh and pulled out a flask from his jacket pocket. He didn’t barter, try to make some kind of deal, or attempt to gain some form of payment. Lady Gotham was a force of nature all on her own but there was no way he was pissing off the mother of the Ghost King. That was asking for trouble even if the kid was a king. His power must have been something else… “Got it.” he agreed.

She sighed, the sound content. “Thank you, Knight. My son will be in good hands.” Or Else, didn’t need to be spoken.

She turned, and just like that she was gone, her powerful aura along with her. In a flash it was like she’d never been there at all.

Batman took a moment to just breathe and regain his bearings before turning back to Constantine. “What did i just agree to?”

“Not much.” Constantine said dryly. “Just being the foster dad to the Ghost King. King of the Infinite Realm.”

Well… It wasn’t the first time he’d adopted a teenager. Batman just reaffirmed his plans for the rest of the day and turned to change back into his civilian attire and head back up into his mansion. He needed to talk to Alfred immediately.

“Better you than me…” Constantine grumbled. This was going to be pure chaos, but he also had to wonder…what it was that spooked the kid that defeated Pariah Dark? That was something to look into.

Neither man had noticed when Tim had walked in, having watched most of that interaction from a safe distance away. “What the absolute fuck was that....?”

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I would really kind of enjoy a 16 year old Danny meeting and bonding with a 19 year old Jason… Also… Constantine texting Bruce the very moment he lays eyes on Danny. Yep! This kid is totally Wayne material. He’ll mix in with the others seamlessly.

No plans to continue this at this point if someone else wants a turn.

~Edit- I apparently lied... Part 2

#dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #Danny and Jazz are running away from home #Halfa Danny #Danny's the son of an Ancient #That Ancient became Lady Gotham #Foster dad Batman #Batman is weirdly accepting of the spirit of his city in the Batcave #Constantine needs a drink #And a vacation #Ghost king Danny let loose in Gotham

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lusilver001 · 4 months

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Councilor Sophie ✨

#reject canon #embrace ace Sophie #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #my art #kotlc fanart #sophie foster #Sophie foster fanart #councilor Sophie #stop projecting myself onto Sophie challenge level impossible #SHES IN A SUIT #adkskdnksnksqndwkndw #anyways #backgrounds who #I only know blue circle #or rectangle #depends on the day

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elgatoarcoiris · 7 months

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HAS ANYONE DONE THIS YET

#kotlc #kotlc fanart #keeper of the lost cities #sophie foster #silveny #keeper of the lost cites fanart #my little pony #someone help her

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greenbagjosh · 6 months

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Days 2 to 4 - The Chico Halloween 2003 and drive up to Medford, Oregon with Grants Pass and Ashland

Hi everyone

I wanted to let you know about fifteen years ago today, when it was the last time I visited Chico, CA and Oregon. It was the weekend of 31st October to 2nd November 2003. During that time I visited

- Chico

- Orland

- Redding

- drive on I-5 past Mt. Shasta

- Hilt CA and Oregon state line

- descent into Ashland and Medford

- drive to Grants Pass before returning and having supper

- fuelling up at Medford Safeway

- long drive back to Foster City CA via Willows, lunch at Black Bear diner

- arrive home in Foster City by 9:30 PM

On 31st October 2003 I arrived at Chico about 7 PM at the Super 8 motel, after having left work about 3 PM by prior permission - it was a 4 hour journey from Redwood City via San Mateo-Hayward bridge and I-880 to I-80 then I-505 and on to I-5 to Orland, and then on local roads thereafter. The Super 8 is near Cohasset and CA-99, and at the time it was next door to a Denny's that I remember previously eating at on Sunday 7th January 2001. I dropped off the luggage and found a place to park in the downtown 4th Street parking structure before traffic got worse. I went to a couple of places I remember from my university days, particularly Duffy's, watch some live concert, but I don't know if I went into the Madison Bear Garden, there is always a line outside on Halloween night. Since my university days at CSU Chico, nothing much seemed to have changed. After eating a "Sleepy Dan Special" meal at Jack's Diner, I went back to the hotel.

I think I woke up the next morning about 7:30 AM. Super 8 was serving breakfast. Some guests had slept in their costumes when they came down to the breakfast room. I had to check out by 8:30 AM so I could get a good start to driving to Medford. Why Medford? I had been wanting to go to Medford for probably since 1998, just to have a leisurely tour around it, and also Ashland. Leaving Chico, I drove north and west on CA-32 to Orland, so I could get a good photo of the big catfish. I have no idea how long the catfish has been standing or why it was even placed there. After Orland I went north on I-5. I-5 is not particularly hilly between Arbuckle and Red Bluff, and then from Anderson to just north of Redding it is fairly flat. Somewhere around Mountain Gate up to Weed, I-5 has many curves and speed limits are down to 55 mph or 90 km/h. The scenery is interesting, especially if you get close enough to see Mt. Shasta.

Hilt is the last town in California on I-5, before the Oregon state line. From Yreka to Hilt, I-5 has a gradual incline, and after crossing into Oregon, there is a gradual decline towards Ashland. Downtown Ashland has a Shakespeare program, and I would find out later that evening that I arrived on the last day of the season. In Medford, one town away, I had booked a night at the Red Carpet Inn, basically a typical motel with outside access, and they served complimentary breakfast. I drove around downtown, parked my car around Main Street, and walked around, trying to find the Russian restaurant that I remember going to in a previous visit in June 1996, but never found it. Back then, smartphones were nonexistent and to google anything you would need a computer with 56k or broadband. I did find a Hawaiian restaurant, called the Hawaiian Hut, which would give me 10 miles credit on United Airlines for every dollar I spent. I had some nice spare ribs and white rice and it also had macaroni salad. I could not eat it all so they gave me a takeout box. I drove also to Grants Pass, because I wanted to see how far north away from home (at the time, Foster City, CA) I could drive, but in August 2013 I beat that, but that's a story for another time.

After Grants Pass, I drove past Medford on to Ashland. It was the last day of the season for Shakespeare. I did not know of any performances I wanted to see, so I just strolled around downtown for an hour or so. Then I drove back to Medford to sleep.

The next morning, Sunday 2nd November, I slept in a bit more than I thought but not too long before they stopped serving breakfast, I was lucky to have some toast and coffee. I also had the leftover Hawaiian food from the previous night that I would eat later. I think I started back home at 10 AM. Before that, I had to fill up the tank, it was getting close to the 1/4 mark. Oregon diesel prices in 2003 were close to those in California, maybe a few cents cheaper. But you could not fill the tank yourself due to the Oregon state law forbidding self-service. I filled up, bought some soda for later, and then headed south on I-5, up that long incline past Ashland to Hilt at 55 mph, and then after Hilt downhill. Somewhere after Hilt there is supposed to be an agricultural checkpoint. That does not include leftover prepared food, just fresh fruits and such. I think it was about 11:30 AM when I arrived at the first rest stop in California from Oregon, so I ate up the leftovers. From Yreka to Weed the drive was fairly flat, then there came the curvy road down to Redding, and then flat from Red Bluff to Willows. At Willows I was getting hungry and I think it would have been around 4 PM when I arrived. I knew at the time, the Black Bear was also offering the 10 miles per dollar deal with United Airlines. I think I had just a sandwich and Coke. I stayed enough to rest up before the 200 mile journey back to Foster City. The car's fuel gauge had yet to break the 5/8 mark as it was getting around 51.0 mpg.

The drive home went fairly uneventful, other than a short stop close to Nut Tree in Vacaville. I think the rest of the way I went on I-80, I-880 to the San Mateo-Hayward bridge and my exit was at Mariner's Island Blvd in Foster City, which lead to my street. It would have been a little after 9 PM when I arrived at home. Luckily I did not have to be at work until 8 AM on Monday the 3rd November. I would have one week until my next international adventure to somewhere new. On my longest nonstop flight on United that I can remember.

So that was the last time I drove on I-5 to Oregon. Hope you enjoyed this Halloween story from so long ago.

Next week, I should have the story of my fifteen year anniversary of my visit to Hong Kong, Macau and Tokyo Narita, but not Zhuhai in the PRC (though I was a quarter mile away from it, on the Macau side).

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