Drove up to the mountains this day. Amazing drive, the same one we took on Top Management’s birthday. Drove through some areas hard hit by the fires in October. Large groves of burned out trees in gorgeous meadows of wild grasses a buttery yellow color the likes of which I’ve never seen is a surprisingly beautiful sight.

Not quite a White Christmas, although we did drive through a small section that had snow on the ground. Not one of the girls could guess what said white stuff was, so out of context was it. “We…we can have snow in southern California?!,” the Rose gasped dramatically. At 4100 feet you can, apparently.

After gazing at one particularly stark and fire-ravaged section, the Bean asked, “What’s a fire’s favorite dance?”

None of us could guess.

“The Hokey Smokey!” she said happily.

I had no idea.

Returned home to find out my uncle Oscar Peterson had passed away. Here’s a quick clip of him warming up. Guy didn’t suck.


About the other scott peterson

Writer of comics and books and stuff.
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2 Responses to Mountains

  1. patience says:

    I’m sorry for your loss, and hope very much his family is doing okay at such an awful time. 😦 I also hope your Christmas Day was calm, cheerful, and devoid of accidents 🙂

  2. shannon says:

    My sympathies for your loss. He was one heck of a piano player. I hope you and your family had a merry Christmas, despite the lack of winter her in Cali.

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