On the way to San Francisco, I saw a sign that said, “Magic Mountain Parkway Congested.” Except it wasn’t an electronic sign, or a sign with hinges that could easily be changed. It was a permanent sign. And sure enough, at 7:30 in the morning, with light traffic on the highway, a line of brake lights led to the exit for Magic Mountain Parkway.
Everyone assumes magic is fantastical, but to me, the ability to stay congested 24 hours a day is at least as wondrous as anything Gandalf or Nostradamus ever did. Okay, maybe not Gandalf. But it definitely trumps Siegfried and Roy.
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