Ah, yes. The worst snow in which I ever drove was in Oklahoma. It was a wicked spooge blowing over the snow fences. As soon as it hit the road, it froze. We were inching along the tracks. One guy lost a cargo of pipes, but nobody could stop to help, because the acceleration would be doom. I had to work on my jaw to loosen it up when I got to the other end.

That was during my drive out to California, a totally wonderful experience. I recall the violet sky of Tijeras and getting pulled over for weaving as I gawked at the beautiful sunset on the rock formations. I forgot about the time change in Arizona and assumed I had missed the show, so I slowed down and slept in Holbrook, and then I had that amazing spiritual experience in church the next day - which repeated when I revisited. I love that place.

Then, my debit card got frozen at the California border. I couldn't get the ticket on which I had made a deal, because I had no cash. I resolved I would go to the Nokia anyway, which made no sense. It was cold outside. I recall getting a couple compliments on my purple shoes and earrings with my blue suit, which I thought was strange. Norda, in self-parody, skulked out of the building and ran to somebody, "Uncle [so-and-so]!" she screamed. I got to see Casius there, too.

Well, Nokia was giving away tickets. You may recall the story. Nokia employees were going around "registering" people. I registered. One super-nice guy took pity on me and registered me again with the address of one of his friends. I was sitting on the edge of a planter, and he came by and said, "You really want one of those tickets." Then, he had an epiphany. He said that one of the girls who had won didn't want her ticket. Then, as he spoke, he espied her on the other side of the plaza. He took off running. I clogged behind in my heels. By the time I arrived, he was getting the ticket back. I was shaking so hard. I couldn't believe my miracle had happened.

Then, inside, I was in Row S. The other free tickets were in Row N. They remained empty, so I moved up after a few numbers. I had been impressed by the technology of the theatre, a great display of Nokia technology, very high resolution. So, as I was moving up to Row N, I kicked somebody's bottle, and it rolled down the ramp under the chairs. You could have heard a pin drop, so imagine how a bottle sounded. Yep. That was me.

Then, after intermish, I moved up to the row behind the pit. The usherette at the pit was very lax, and I saw so many opportunities to go in, but I recall thinking Marie and Doremi were sitting there, off to my left. I was sure if I tried to get a better view of my hero, I would trip on the bar and give them both a view of my backside exposed.

So, I remained there for one of the best concert experiences ever. I mean, everybody seemed happy - and the acoustics!

No. It was the Sierra-Nevadas where I quit driving because I got freaked out seeing all those SUV's sidelined and flipped. I missed the conference because I was going by the EDT display on my car clock instead of local time. And thus we see, I'm a master of disaster. I'll quit while I'm behind lest the universe is circular and I wind up ahead for the wrong reason.

I saw a meme that read, "Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Remember to set your scales back 10 pounds."