Ron decided to multi-task; drive, talk on the cell to Troy, use his GPS and listen to what he calls Jazz.
At times Rick was steering so that
Ron could have both hands to use his cell and GPS.
He drove us everywhere.
Sometimes stopping to accost some unsuspecting pedestrian
as he plead for directions.
We thought surely we could find a place to eat on some main road
but to no avail.
Donna is wishing for her personal steering wheel or at least a magic wand.
Rick hoping for a REAL Jazz station. (See the pain on his face?) 
Lori, chanting "there's no place like home". Having forgotten her ruby slippers in the Emerald City of Seattle she remains in turmoil in the back seat of the car.
Eventually we ended up down Santa Monica Blvd and past the
Los Angeles temple.
A little spot of heaven - a moment of peace.
1 comment:
you guys have been busy bees. I loved cali but hated the traffic in LA. Was it bad for you guys??
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