In 2008, Doc and I went to Burning Man. Think of it as San Franciscans do experimental government. 68,000 people in a festival of play, gift culture, and authenticity with art at center. Then everything is gone with no sign it was ever there.
We gotta go back! So this year we planned, registered for the sale. At our computers early, we got in the queue, hearts pounding. We watched the progress bar for 35 minutes. Then a message: all tickets are in shopping carts. Just over an hour, and it was official. No tickets.
…and Doc said, “I’m going to the bar.”