Either the city has been invaded by giant sci-fi mutant insects or the San Jose Grand Prix continues into Sunday. It's time for me to liberate my car, which has been garaged since my arrival late Thursday night. Not wanting to deal with the Grand Prix reconfigurations of the town, I've been walking and using the light rail... and test driving a Sky. But I want my car back, and I need to get out of San Jose -- get out of California -- and back to the beautiful wasteland of Nevada, where I'll stop over somewhere for the night before making my way tomorrow to a very nice place that should be quite swell.
A few parting shots of San Jose.
The plaza by my hotel (the Fairmont) with a view of the art museum:
A view of my feet at the art museum:
A monumental ceramic sculpture outside the repertory theater:
A peace vigil near San Jose State University:
Think first! Because there's your problem, George Bush. You forgot to think.