Aaron tried again and this time he took Fat Boy with him. Nope, he landed back in ’62, another off-by-one error.
“God a’mighty,” Fat Boy said, “Los Angeles is hot.”
“Too much concrete, let’s go to Griffith Park.”
They got an Edsel rental and drove – in heavy traffic – up to the park. It took twenty minutes from the Beverly Hills Hotel.
“A dream, Fat Boy. Do you know how long it’d take to drive this distance on a Friday afternoon in 2012?”
“No idea, my day we didn’t have cars.”
Aaron realized, he didn’t know much about Fat Boy except the violin and Brahms. He didn’t even know when he was born. Could be 1850, could be 1980. No idea. Oh, well, he thought. He’d find out eventually. For now – back to Aunt Wilhelmina’s. He’d try to get back to his childhood – again, for the ninth time. He had some questions to ask his mother.
And he wanted to warn her about Daddy’s driving habits …
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