Parking from the Lord

Well, my little sister was in town on Thursday night, so the Teenager says we should all go have dinner where he works in Berkeley on Rose and Martin Luther King.

I said, "Oh sure. I know right where that is."

Well, that's the thing about Berkeley. Knowing where it is and knowing how to get there are two different things. We drove around and around. It's like you're in the Casbah.

But we got there and found parking pretty easily. People say there's no parking in Berkeley. Not true. There's tons of parking. The trick to parking is you have to look for a school. Middle school, high school, whatever. There's always tons of parking around a school.

Or a jail. Or one of those big churches that stay empty most the time. Like a Presbyterian church.

But not one of those Charismatic churches. They're always having revivals and stuff. Assemblies of God? Forget it. It's like those people never go home!

In other news, Jeffrey got a haircut. It's about time!

Kurt "big daddy" True
2 september 2006