WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE!

Today is Christmas Eve, and it is also my day off to celebrate with my family. Rachel and I started out very early this morning, around 7:00 a.m. The traffic was light, and the weather was beautiful, who could ask for more on a 3 hour drive. As were were dropping down via the Grape Vine, my daughter suddenly said with a fright, "Oh My God, what is that?" I must admit, I have never seen the Tule Fog like that, as if kept in a box, or gage. It was like an ocean, except there was no ocean. Only Bakersfield looming in the far, far distance.

You know what comes next, I figure out how I can pull over to take a picture. Little did I know how tricky it was going to be. Why only last week I was on the 210 Freeway shooting trucks for an illustration. As soon as I got out of the car I knew it wasn't a normal Freeway stop. The wind must have been blowing 60 or 70 miles an hour, hard enough to tweak my trunk door, so now it rubs every time I close it. I was really angry to discover that. Anybody know what that's going to cost me?
Rachel thought I was crazy, and she reprimanded me, or as I told my sister, maybe she just wanted me to be carried on the wind like the "Wicked Witch of the West." although I've done the driving for the first 18 years of her life, safely I might add, she thinks I can't drive anymore. (See the last post)
My sister Ann told me that she had heard that sone in her head all morning. HUMMMMMMMM... Sometimes I wonder how connected everyone really is.
Anyway, this is my Merry Christmas Fog, wishing those who venture in a safe passage, and that they one day see the light once again. It's a little creepy in there to say the least.

P.S. Though I shot plenty of Holga today... I know, that you know this is not a Holga... but this is! Fog does not like HOLGA...

THE TRUMP... S CURVE

Yesterday I received a call from my daughter... During an assignment. Mom, uh I have a problem... keep in mind that I only get calls when there is a problem.
Rachel called to tell me that she hit a slick in the road, and the car spun out... but "don't worry, I'm ok and the car should be fine, just the tire."
Thank God she is fine, except for her wrist which she somehow hurt.
News is a funny thing sometimes, as a journalist, I am always skeptical about initial reports. Listening to a Police Scanner, you learn fast that what may seem to be mundane, may be a ragging fire, or a ragging fire may be just a little smoke.
In this case, smoke became a fire... which grew into a flaming dawn of dread.
The mechanic, my beloved mechanic called to tell me, "Rachels car is totaled." The frame was bent into an "S curve." When I phoned her she started to scream, NO WAY!!! In disbelief, "it can't be true." Turns out she came home, and was screaming on her phone at me from her room. NICE!!!

David had come to take me to the Skirball to see a photo exhibit and we looked at each other... she in her bedroom! Well, he diffused the situation and explained the facts of CAR LIFE to her.... while being the quintessential photojournalist, snapping pictures of our discourse. Funny thing when you're the subject of the camera eye.... I'm not used to being the subject. But I took my own medicine and tried to ignore the fact that I was under the proverbial microscope for a change, taking it in, and trying to learn something about how it feels for a change... for the future.
Anyway, when we returned from our little field trip, I took her to collect her crap out of the car. And what a load of crap it was... I told the mechanic Danny that I think she was running away from home. Just to lighten the situation.
So today is the day my baby's first car died. We're working on regrouping, as hard as that is. KIDS.
Could there be a way to bind them so they don't grow into teenager and young adults? That was my question to our Sports editor yesterday, I was kidding of course, but man when they grow up... "BABY IT'S A WILD WORLD," expensive too.
I remember the days when it just took a book to make her happy........................................
P.S. JB... DON'T TOP THIS GIRL..... I win this time.