The drive: Long. The iPhone GPS thing I have kept trying to have me turn on streets I didn't care to, but I held my ground and took Van Nuys Blvd. all the way up, which was fascinating in its awfulness. First off, as I passed Roscoe I could not believe how different everything was - that was mere moments from the apartment I lived in from 1971 to 1975. As I drove north from there it continued to be so weird - I knew the area like the back of my hand - in 1971 it wasn't a great area, but it was still very middle class caucasian there. The mall by Parthenia is not even a shadow of its former self - May Co. gone, all the other stores gone. It's now some kind of huge ninety-nine cent store. The whole area there looks sleazy, and the buildings are filled with graffiti and not American graffiti. Then I passed the Panorama movie theater - we went there several times back in the day - nice single-screen theater. Not any more. A church now - what else is new? From there it just got worse and worse. Then I saw why the GPS tried to get me to ultimately take Woodman all the way - because Van Nuys curves around and suddenly the two streets cross each other - both are north/south streets but at a certain point Van Nuys becomes east/west - very weird. I found the DMV and parked, waiting in line five minutes to get my appointment number - I am here to tell you I was the only white boy in the jernt. My 1:40 appointment happened at 1:45, got a nice gal, explained the situation, took the vision test, passed with flying colors, and she entered that into the computer, got off that screen, then double-checked by going back and told me it's now showing as "in progress" to be done. I will, of course, triple check by calling later today. I was out in five minutes. I took Woodman all the way to Moorpark, then ended up at Jerry's Deli for a Cobb salad and a bagel. Home now until rehearsals start.
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