The mean streets

As you know, I often wonder about the stories behind things I observe here in the Valley They Call Silicon.

And there’s so much to observe.

Although I don’t see it as often as I did in Seattle, I do run across the odd bit of stuff pushed out onto the sidewalk in front of someone’s house that the residents are hoping someone will take away. Sometimes they put a sign on it:

Sometimes not.

Either way, not much of a story to construct, really.

But this one—a surgical mask and a pair of tighty-whities…

I’m having rather a good time with that one.