A couple of weekends ago I was in Eugene, OR and made the emergency stop to attend to the 13-month-old in the backseat. The house we parked in front of was surrounded by the most random assortment of trash you could imagine. It really did seem like a meth house. The saddest part was there was an Apple II sitting among the ruin. No lid. No power supply. Just a sad, beige wedge in the lawn.