Ride to California
I need a ticket for sure, If you got another seat on the plane would you let me go
I can't wait to get a ride to California, cuz it makes sense to go to California...
If you was me, see, you'd do the same thing YOU KNOW, So leave your bags at your mama's door..."
This song by Paper Tongues makes me cry because my first born is getting her ride to California this weekend. She'll be leaving her bags and serving in City Year Los Angeles, mentoring kids and creating community service projects. I'll be gone for a few days helping her get her apt. set up and hoping we can hit at least one cool LA tourist spot (Santa Monica Pier? Tar pits? Hollywood?). It's only 2,161 miles as the GPS flies. Piece of cake, right? But if you see a woman weeping on the return flight, look the other way. Someone got wings and flew the nest. I'm proud and terrified and ecstatic and sorrowful. Emotional Legion.
I've got a sweet artist interview scheduled for the blog while I'm gone, as well as a book review. I'll post Cali pix when I get back. "I've gotta find a place in line, I'm picking up an L.A. vibe..."