Stupid clues . . . Abject genericism, plaid inferences, a veritable circa-1970’s television test pattern.
Going to my “mind palace” isn’t helping. FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS. And it’s probably within a tenth of a mile from my front door.
I just can’t figure a place other than the one that’s been overtly canvassed by people like me, and inadvertently canvassed by tweekers.