Botheration: Part Four: Tipping Point
The alpenglow of the rising sun appeared in the distance, reflecting its brilliance on the sides of the enormous, shimmering San Diego Times newspaper building. As I pondered this joy, a gust of wind blew a newspaper off the magazine stand across the courtyard and took flight. It almost escaped before I stepped on it to end its brief freedom.
Wiping the morning dew out of my eyes, I reached down and opened it. Plastered across the top of the San Diego Times Newspaper, I excitedly read the following words: