I have a memory of my eccentric uncle who would drive around in his car with a folding lawn chair in his trunk. When he found a spot he liked, he would pull over, get the chair out, and just sit. It didn’t matter if he was on a sidewalk or under a tree; wherever he landed became his observation […]
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