So its that time of year when the sun is setting as I head for my car in the parking lot. Looking south on 4th Ave., I see the street lights come on, the tail lights trail toward the freeway on-ramp, and the bell tower of the Methodist Church ablaze like a special birthday candle. It somehow offsets the melancholy of the season, a free iconic glimpse into a highly touted world.
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