Virtual, that is. This was 2018. Probably an optimistic version of what you would have today. So if this doesn't excite you, you aren't going to be missing anything. Except for crowds, long lines of cars waiting to get into the park, limited parking, and maybe exposure to that virus thing going around.
I've always kind of enjoyed the madness of crowds. I like go out on Christmas Eve to watch the shoppers, and on Memorial Day or the 4th to bob around in the lake in the boat chop. Not this year.
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What happens in a black hole stays in a black hole.
Is that the sport they call windsurfing? Sorry, it's been so long. I only remember it from the stories and fables of old.
Was that Galts?
Nope, it was MAP.
What happens in a black hole stays in a black hole.