This morning I had a nice bike ride, attacked the Edwards Street hill successfully, and I've been thinking about the Tunguska Event that happened over Siberia in 1908. When I get to the top of the hill, at Edwards and Ellis -- there are pump jacks. Each jack nods up and down at a different speed. You can smell something like oil or asphalt in the air -- I can't define it. I didn't know pump jacks would be set at entirely different speeds, but now it makes perfect sense. CM Evans Cartoons
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