<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Herb on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/herb/</link><description>Recent content in Herb on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/herb/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Trash</title><link>/stories/2005/11/05/trash/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/11/05/trash/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The car bounces down the deserted lane, it is evening, and its lights
wobbly as the car slowly makes its way into the gathering gloom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A cold wind blows, and it is threatening to rain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The vehicle stops, and a man gets out.
He opens the boot, and looks around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Although a lot of people do use this track, for jogging, for transit
from the new estate half a mile away to the old estate, there is no one
in sight tonight, the weather, which has started to spit a cold drizzle,
has driven most folks indoors.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>