Took Lucky Lord Barkeley of Berkeley three miles along farmworker neighborhoods today while my truck was smogged for DMV. A 90 year old Mexican in a cape and brim hat dressed exactly like a 90 year old Mexican in a cape and brim hat lifted his eyes along the tractor path of the strawberry field and said something sweetly that I thought meant ‘Nice Dog’ but I don’t know ‘Nice Dog’ in Spanish. Owners were at work during our walk, a half-dozen pit bulls barked behind fences as we noised on their sidewalks. The mechanics were warm-hearted and said pit bulls are nice dogs too. I went to the Police HQ for a sign-off on the certificate. A guy dressed exactly like a Hollywood Detective, exactly like a Hollywood Detective, said to me “But VC-B needs a VC-402 before I can sign this off.” So I go back tomorrow, wondering if Washington knows what state we’re in, locally.