Scott, my younger brother, is making his way to California this week. He left our childhood home of Chicago this Tuesday morning at 6A.M. all by himself, entertaining himself with the old tapes he found in the basement and a book on tape he borrowed from our brother-in-law Bertram. I called him twice on Tuesday because I was concerned about whether Jared, my old red 1990 Honda Civic Hatchback, was going to be able to bring Scott safely to California on the long road trip. He drove through Nebraska and made it to his destination Denver by nightfall to spend a few days visiting his friend. I spoke to him again today and he is now in a little known town called Tuba, AZ visiting some more friends. He must be getting tired of the lonely road trip because he decided to forego the stop over in Vegas and just come straight to California.

It was amazing how quickly everything worked out for Scott to come out and live in California for the next four months. I was having lunch with my friend Elliott and found out the they had another room available to rent, told Scott about it since he had expressed interest in living in the West Coast before, and next thing I know he's packing up his belongings in Chicago. He had some time to spare and needed something to do to allay his ennui before heading out for his Peace Corp assignment next April. It'll be interesting to have him be a part of my life in California. I hope all my friends will love him like I do. I'm looking forward to spending Thanksgiving with him here too. Too bad he sold his motorcycle, I could have gotten rides in the still gorgeous Southern California weather!