Dusty Skies

My dad taught me how to parallel park yesterday, which was like getting driving instructions from Groucho Marx. And even though I'm leaving for Los Angeles today, without a job or apartment lined up, at least I can parallel park a car. Not that I have a car yet to parallel park, but I'll figure that out once I'm there. Or a parking space for the car, don't have that yet. But these are just minor details.