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We were diving in bumper to bumper traffic on the 10. A black Mercedes on the flat bed, my Saab pulled behind. The windows were open. The radio was on and playing the Red Hot Chili Peppers - one of their ballads, but not THE BALLAD. There were seagulls flying in the sky. I pulled the bag of molasses cookies out of my bag. They've been my recent panacea. I offered a cookie to Jose, he took one and I took one as well. We ate them slowly with the wind and radio as companions. It was the best cookie I have ever eaten. It was a moment of full aware pleasure and calmness in the midst of the storm that is my life.