Old Journals

September 24, 1985

I passed my driving test, despite hitting the curb while parallel parking, failing to check the rear-view mirror, stopping at a green light, and having trouble getting the key out of the ignition.  So now I’ve got a driver’s license.  Scary, isn’t it?

Got a letter from Ed.  He waxed enthusiastic about the new game and proposed they fly me out to discuss terms “as soon as it’s convenient.”  How cool is that?!  (Sorry, Mom, Dad… can’t make dinner. Gotta fly out to California for the weekend.  Business.  You know how it is.)

Posted on Sep 23, 1985 in Old Journals | 1 comment