On thursday I drove to Orange County to join in the company of friends in watching what I deemed as a significant and unfortunate milestone in the waning of my childhood... the end of Harry Potter.
The next morning I drove to Phoenix where I enjoyed time spent well with another dear friend over ping pong and air conditioning and beers and family friends and bananagrams and poolside conversations.
Between Orange County and Phoenix and San Diego were many hours spent in solitude. It was time for new music to be discovered and old songs to be sang to no one but myself and long searching prayers and way too many pee stops.
Somehow I ended up with nothing but driving pictures. Which, by the way, is probably more dangerous than texting and should be outlawed immediately.
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