More people press in close for the hole. Jim Daily was the first to find it, just off I-10 in Glendale. Nothing but desert for miles, and then this little oasis right here. He went again on his way back from LA, and the relief was just as great as the first time. How many things can you say that about?
Jim told Danger Mike, his friend and fellow trucker, and Danger Mike had gone way out of his way (and his employer’s wallet) to see the Eighth Wonder, or I guess to experience it, since half the fun was you don’t see anything. He left the restroom exultant.
Then Fadden happened on an online forum full of dangermike77’s all-caps exultations, and he became a devoted acolyte. He brought his cousin, his uncle Leif, and his best friend Doogy. They all took turns—twice—and became very difficult to reach by phone.
A member of the press got wind of this “small-circumference Shangri-La” and wrote several rejected articles on the topic, establishing credibility through multiple physical confirmations of the so-called “Layman’s Lourdes”, although he exceeded the 400 word count on every submission, mostly due to his lengthy and impassioned (and ultimately futile, he would say) descriptions of the intensity of the feelings involved and the magnitude of the relief and joy that occurred post-miracle.