March turned out to be a slow month for the View, as beaucoup overtime and auto repairs meant having to temporarily suspend all long-distance day trips. Fortunately for us,
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Nestled in the San Gabriel Mountains just north ofMarch turned out to be a slow month for the View, as beaucoup overtime and auto repairs meant having to temporarily suspend all long-distance day trips. Fortunately for us,
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Nestled in the San Gabriel Mountains just north of1967's Summer of Love brought America's unwashed, peace-loving masses down on the city of San Francisco in an unprecedented, spaced-out frenzy of painted VW buses and acoustic guitars. Evolved from the Beat movement of the Fifties, these starry-eyed flower children, charmed by Scott McKenzie's seminal Hippie anthem, were drawn from cities across the nation to the loose, laid-back energy of Haight-Ashbury, where they gathered en masse in search of life's existential bounty - brotherly love; sexual freedom; the truth of our shared reality; the divine brownie recipe.
ATTN: Scientific Community - your textbooks have it all wrong.
New reader, I suggest you open your printed encyclopedia to the entry describing the fearsome family Allosauridae - second cousin to the Tyrannosaur; predator during the late Jurassic and early Cretaceous periods - and locate the word “extinct.” Now, draw your trusty wide nib Sharpie from its low-slung holster and strike it out wherever it appears. Don’t be coy. You’re performing a much-needed public service.
Archaeologists may be shocked to learn that at least one specimen of deadly Allosaurus still lives, stalking the sweetly dreaming citizens of North Hollywood. Beware. This Exploded View correspondent was menaced and would certainly have been thoroughly chewed before waking were it not for the heroic appearance of Baxter the Rhodesian Ridgeback mix, and the sudden and opportune arrival of a larger and more satisfying meal - an escaped albino circus pony.
On our Scale of Peculiarity, a dream of this caliber ranks medium-high, just above "Joss Whedon invited me to visit his home, which was a Barnes & Noble," but well below the Dali-Installation-esque "Urinating Into a Toilet Bowl Full of Fire Ants." An attempt to assign meaning to any dream above a medium-low rating is likely to cause grievous mental injury, and would be ill-advised. We at the View are satisfied for the time being that sometimes an Allosaurus is just an Allosaurus, but will be avoiding all contact with largish reptiles until further notice, as a precautionary measure.
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