The kids and I drove through the dry and dusty hills up to Los Altos yesterday. What would normally have been a long one was shortened by The Teenager's excellent command of the wheel.
I had packed Sophie's drugs in the Laduree bag that my friend Sarah had left when she visited some months ago. From Parisienne pastries to benzos and cannabis -- nice reprposing, no?
My aunt's dog Enrico took a liking to Sophie, and she to him.
Here's my father and his mini me:
I'll have more pictures and thoughts later. Until then, Happy Thanksgiving. I sure am grateful for this extraordinary life.