Snerk, Hec.
Good idea Polgara. I know where one cemetery is. I think.
Thanks for the ideas. When I taught K-Bug, we had the empty Naval Air Station. Ok, not totally empty, but very minimal traffic and lots of roads, stops, turns, parking lots.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Snerk, Hec.
Good idea Polgara. I know where one cemetery is. I think.
Thanks for the ideas. When I taught K-Bug, we had the empty Naval Air Station. Ok, not totally empty, but very minimal traffic and lots of roads, stops, turns, parking lots.
Suzi, I learned how to drive at the Denver Tech Center. I highly recommend. We (my mom and I) did get stopped by security to find out what we were doing, but once he found out it was driving lessons, he was fine.
Everyday we get more and more proof that people just suck.
Jesus, that is horrible.
In very tiny problems news, I really wish that Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah did not make me laugh hysterically now. It just came up on my "james Taylor radio" on spotify and it gives me the giggles.
Ichiro has been traded to the Yankees.
But did you guys see these pictures of US Olympians from the 1948 London Games?? [link]
Those are fantastic, Jesse.
When I taught K-Bug, we had the empty Naval Air Station
Which is exactly where Emmett is working now, out by the hangers and the USS Hornet.
I learnt to drive navigating the dark and slightly damp roads of Grosse Pointe before sunrise, while my second cousin reviewed patient charts in the passenger seat.
It was really ridiculously unsupervised, and also dodgy driving conditions for someone who'd made it past twenty without a license, and was almost ten years past her last driving lesson.
I am incredibly grateful that neither of my parents taught me to drive--they'd both be horrible teachers and I'd have been a horrible student, and other people's lives would have been on the line.
My dad taught me the basics when I was 17, in a parking lot in town. Then I had a boyfriend who decided he would take over, and let me drive his mom's car (I'm glad that didn't backfire). It was a bad summer -- my mom was in and out of the hospital, and Dad got to a point where he would hand me the car keys and tell me just to be careful and not get pulled over (since I didn't actually have my license yet).
I *love* to drive, too. Anyone needs a ride, call me. Not that I can always guarantee a working vehicle, but still.