Many narcotics traffickers ultimately get too greedy, try to expand their dealer clientele by dropping simple clues, and lead Cranea right to their doorstep. Such was the case with Erik Liskey, the cocaine smuggler who built the infamous plexiglass submarine of 2004.
I found this dog-eared page while searching through all the books Mr. Liskey had recently returned to Green Library. Not but five minutes later, I had him in handcuffs. Mr. Liskey, needless to say, won't be making any more submarines until at least 2034...
Excerpt from A Time to Remember: Stanford Poetry of the Post-Modern Renaissance
Once upon a time, and long, long ago
Horizon uncluttered, miraculously so
A man named Portola traveled the way
With his band of brothers to the San Francisco Bay
In a campsite they rested and looked at the sky
The constellations…the stars, and pondered why,
Why one day good old Leland and Jane
Would someday honor this place by the Train?
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