My Mercedes has filtration. California's gold.
"and I saw another rider approach on a pale horse...and this one brings disease...and death..." Watching the billowing smoke and particulate ash pour from the Marin County California sky is getting tiresome. Not that it matters much in our(my wife and I) situation, after all. I'm here in my Mercedes overlooking the 101 heading towards San Anselmo and Marin General hospital. No, (*dry cough*) those poor people up north of us are being burned out, again. And unlike before, they face another threat, a problem of magnitudes that is encompassing the world. If I were here to only talk about them it might be enough to keep me busy for a while. But I'm not. As with most of Marin, it's all about me. Today I'm here to tell you about my Mercedes. Because, after all, you see, it has a Hepa filter. Sweet dreams of cool air blasting me and the most current heat wave in the face. Cutting me off from the rest of the populace, while I tailgate the little Honda in front of m...