We finally found the shuttle bus and made it to Avis and picked up our car. It wasn't the kind we had wanted, but it was a nice car. I wouldn't know how it drove because Terry never let me drive which was fine since I hate driving. We made it to Terry's brother's house around one or two. We stayed with his brother, Jimmy, and his wife, Kathy, and their two kids, Amanda and Michael. We spent the next day hanging out at Jimmy's. I sat alone in the backyard that night, smoking cigarettes and watching that barely waned moon rise over a palm tree. I, from the backwoods of Arkansas, had never seen that sight before.

The next day, we all hopped in the car and drove into the city to the La Brea Tar Pits

Driving down Wilshire to get to the La Brea Tar Pits	The view from the highway you take to get to L.A. from around Long Beach

While in L.A., we went to see the high school where my mom graduated in the '40s, Fremont High

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