ok, there are 3 members, all administrators. let's have some memories, eh?

i remember trips to grandma's house. dad would turn around in his seat, say, "the coast or the freeway?" and we would all yell, "the coast! the Coast!"

he stopped for us once so we could go up the big sand dune in [i think] malibu, then stopped again a few more feet down the road so john could yak up all the sand he'd eaten rolling down.

i read a sign; it said, "falling rock." "What does that mean?" i asked my dad. he patiently explained that it was the name of a local indian child [indians naming their kids after the first natural sight post-partum]. In this case, Falling Rock had gone missing so the tribe put up the signs in case anyone found him.

i believed that until i was about ten years old.
- posted by barbara @ 1:12 AM