Thing about crazies is, they’re crazy. You can’t even understand them in retrospect. - Gregory Benford

Orange County, with its signature long lines of tall palm trees, was working toward being “max-frilled,” as the slang had it, but at least it didn’t have the touches of L.A. The post office didn’t offer valet parking yet. On rainy days parking tickets weren’t slipped inside protective envelopes, as in Beverly Hills. There were no water bars, with fifty chilled varieties at two bucks a glass, with no ice because it would erase the regional subtleties. And when you called the police department and got put on hold, no classical music played.

Talkers never acted when they could talk.

I'll be thinking of you as they roll me into a grave marked 'Nobody Special.'