Today, I was going through some papers. I found a little red notebook from my last job, right before The Scooter Store.

On the first page, are Garden State Parkway directions, complete with milemarkers, to my sweet cousin Debbi's house for Christmas morning 2001. Oh, they were so careful with me, and still, I managed to get turned around around in a Toll Station. Probably someplace I shouldn't make a U-Turn.

So I flipped out and moved back to San Antonio, and got this rough little admin. assistant job where I was foolishly the lone white girl in the joint and no one would speak to me in English. I believed in my inner core at the time that I was building character.

Oh, MAN, I was so unhappy. And I lived in this shady part of town, where people were coming around all hours of the night, banging on my door, looking for a fix.

Yes, I know you're thinking, Little North Dakota Girl, go home...

I've got all the late-night police courtesy patrols documented, in my Little Red Notebook. And today they're good for Memory Lane.