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When I pulled out of the parking lot, a road crew was working on Lake Merced Boulevard and the exit was closed. I turned around and drove along Holloway to reach the exit to 19th Avenue. As I passed by the Fine Arts Building, I came to a stop to allow a few pedestrians to cross. At that moment, I spotted O’Neal. He was driving a silver Porsche and pulled out ahead of me from a side parking lot of the building where his office was located. Once I was free to go, I turned left, curious where his reserved space might be. I drove slowly and peered at the lettering in front of each empty slot. His was the sixth space along the side of the building. A perk of being on the faculty I guess, a parking space close by. What I could do with this information, I wasn’t sure, but at the very least, i
