Ethereal early morning mist witnessed by the lone early riser.
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While Matthew was at work, Diane and I schlepped off to Alpha Automotive to dispute the extra charges that added some five hundred hard earned American dollars to the already exorbitant bill, and to hopefully drive the car home, inspection stickerless, in the dead of night.

I badgered, first Dmitry and then Leonard, until both Diane and I wanted them to shut-up and stop telling us about how the pressure plate was the last one for this model-on earth, and how much each bushing cost, and how much money they had lost because they would begin work, stop, order a part, start, stop again and on and on.

Before I left, I asked Leonard how is it that everyone, Dmitry and all the help, were from the same place, meaning Russia. He replied, in a muffled tone, that it was all a coincidence and besides, they were not from the same place, he was from St. Petersburg, Dmitry, from Moscow… .

We walked outside to find the BMW idling and ready for its short journey home. I told Diane to follow and just as before, when I left Tech Central all those months ago with Matt in tow, I pulled out right in front of a fast moving vehicle. This time, not a truck, but a sports car with both his head and fog lights blazing. However, and this is a big and important however fearing death and the end of Mattís coveted BMW, I stomped on the gas. And guess what, just like the old days, as in 1969, the white box with the huge steering wheel and tiny rear view mirror leaped ahead and out of harms way.

After seeing Adamís photos of The Room, I decided to post a few of my own. His focus on the big picture; I hope mine illustrate some of the details