> So it was that while running, but not so much as to force my body into open rebellion, I noticed something odd. When I was heading down the gently sloping hill on Peter Coutts Road towards Stanford Avenue, I turned right as usual to head back home, passed along the edge of a grassy area, and smelled...cookies. But not really cookies. Raw cookie dough. Outside.

http://www.aarongreenspan.com/writing/20130404/in-search-of-...

Lot's of information about the situation in that article. TL;DR: Palo Alto is a toxic cesspit.