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.