This morning as I was making my way from the bus stop to work, I heard the Ferry Building clock chime twenty-three o’clock, and I realized that either (a) something was very wrong with said chime, or (b) I was extremely late — say, fifteen hours late — for work. I’m glad it was the former…
The above is presented just in case you ever wondered what you might do if you found yourself owning a big white elephant of an abandoned department store in downtown Bakersfield and couldn’t quite afford a whole new sign for it…
