>"Suppose my neighbor's home catches fire, and I have a length of garden hose four or five hundred feet away. If he can take my garden hose and connect it up with his hydrant, I may help him to put out his fire...I don't say to him before that operation, "Neighbor, my garden hose cost me $15; you have to pay me $15 for it."... I don't want $15--I want my garden hose back after the fire is over. " FDR, December 17, 1940
Same thing should be true today. You know, with bigger garden hoses.
I think that's the crossing my buddies and I used to cross to go drink when we were in high school. Just down the street over the railroad tracks and to the left there was the Señor Amigo and the Coco Loco just across the street. Beers were like 50 cents. It was awesome. The last time we were there ended in a massive bar fight with a buddy of mine getting a beer bottle broken over his head and cut up pretty bad. We ended up running back towards that crossing and the guards actually pointed their guns at us until they realized we were being chased. Never went back after that. This was in the mid-90's so I'm not even sure that's a party scene any more, my understanding is shit got really bad down there after that.