It was the first morning at the Reservoir of Light when Larry’s dump truck broke down directly in front of the sand castle.
Two days before my birthday gathering, lightworkers were waking up, grabbing shovels, drinking coffee, and preparing to clear the land. Larry had bought the truck the previous October specifically to haul garbage away.
Instead, the truck died in a big puff of steam and unmuffled exhaust roaring into silence. Jay, our neighbor, said “That thing’s never moving again unless I tow it away”.
