Dreamed last night about working graveyard shift at Stop ...

Dreamed last night about working graveyard shift at Stop 'n' Go market in Fontana, CA - psychological fallout from anxiety over school budget-cuts? I worked there several months, as I recall; Kaiser steel was still in operation, and guys would come off-shift at 5 a.m. and buy a six-pack for their breakfast. I remember going out to dip the gas-tanks in the small-hours and seeing the wild dog-packs roving on the other side of Sierra Blvd: all housing-tracts, now. Remember, too, getting home at 8 a.m. and going to bed, and waking up in gray twilight not knowing if it was dawn or sunset. A horrible time of my life.

But a time and a place where I certainly met people I would not otherwise have met. Which all goes to show, I suppose, that for a writer, no experience is ever wasted.