It's a little like a TV crime scene here in Silicon Valley: "Move along folks. Nothing to see. Move along."
But I've stopped for a glimpse anyway. I don't know what I expect: Jim Clark is no Andy Warhol, nor is Marc Andreessen an Edie Sedgwick (or even a Jackie Curtis). No glamour here, folks. No celebrities. No flashbulbs popping.
Yet there is a strange fascination.
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