We’re are off to California, and one or two other states, like that other well-known communist, Lucille Ball*, pictured in the episode of the same title. (I’m not really a communist, but I could probably pass for one in the US.)
All we have to do now is get passport photos taken that are acceptable to HMG. The ones I took at home were perfect, apart from being the wrong colour background (it was cream, as the guidance asks for) and on the wrong paper. (Kodak photo paper on a Kodak printer – oh how the mighty have fallen.)
The woman at the post office also didn’t like me wearing glasses in them. Something to do with not being able to tell how close together my eyes are. I’m not sure I’m altogether happy with some bureaucrat measuring my biometrics without me being present.
You may think that the post heading is disingenuous since our main base will be in Nevada, but we are planning to drive to Los Angeles for a few days to take in the sights and hopefully visit my uncle who has lived there since the 1950s.
The problem is that there is so much to see. Both me and Mrs P are making our own lists and by my reckoning, we can probably just about fit it all in if we stay for six months, assuming that we don’t pause for breath.
One idea seems to be ruled out already. I wanted to take my camera to the aeroplane graveyard in the Mojave Desert, but my contacts tell me that there has been a crack down on by the authorities. What interest al-Qaeda might have in mothballed jets isn’t clear.
My one big worry is the driving. For a start, I’ve never driven an automatic before and would much prefer a car with a gear stick, but this seems unlikely.
Second is the speed limits which appear both confusing and low. I’m sure it’s for the careful driver’s benefit in view of the idiots who drive at 120 mph, jumping over canyons and sliding under petrol wagons. I’ve seen the movies.
I shall leave you with Al Johnson with a song fitting to the moment.