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Crazy Dante's Used Soul Emporium Diana is Dead |
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Burning Man 1997: Diana is Dead There's one more story about Burning Man 1997. After we'd left the playa we stayed the right in Reno, at the Western Village (just north of the highway). This was a great way to decompress from week in the desert: drive in, get a room, take a baking hot shower and watch the brown dusty water flow down the shower drain, and sleep away the morning hours in a very cold, air-conditioned room. We rose the next morning to quit our room, enjoy a buffet, and head back to San Francisco. As I stepped off the curb onto the parking lot I glanced at the row of newspaper boxes placed by the hotel entrance. All of them had some variation of the phrase "Diana is Dead". Diana? Diana who? I wracked my brain, trying to figure out some important personality who might be known by only one name. (I could have told you that Prince Charles had married a Lady Diana, had you asked, but without any context I was left clueless.) I figured it must be some beloved local eccentric, shrugged my shoulders, and went to get the car. It was only later, at the buffet, that I figured out from all the animated conversations which Diana had been meant. And when we got home it was the major story on the television.  
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