I frequently drive by Hillsborough on highway 280 and I always get a smile from the so-called “Flintstone House.” As far as I’m concerned, the multi-story crackerboxes surrounding this attractive, innovative art-house constitute the only eyesores in this area (well, aside from the incredibly clumsy, giant statue of Junipero Serra not far down the road). There’s nothing more deadly boring than a small town full of snotty people with too much goddamn money.
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