So it's come to this: Last night I cruised my neighborhood very slowly with my computer on, clicking "Refresh wireless networks" in front of the nicer houses (i.e., _not_ the one gutted in the meth lab fire a couple years ago).
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Ha.
Funny: a lobby full of clowns in a hotel I passed earlier today here in Merida--clowns at rest, chatting, smoking cigarettes, puffing up their orange Afros.