Kris and the kids flew in from Louisiana to Montgomery and we all flew together to Northridge for Christmas number 3, the first time in more than a year we had been back. A was now big enough to hold oranges.
We went to Santa Anita to watch the horse races and eat the same corned beef sandwiches I ate as a boy.
Z ran around. The sandwich was smaller and more expensive than I remembered.
I found a horseshoe next to the track; the first one I had found in dozens of trips to the races and a sure sign of good luck. I lost every race I bet on. Z, three years old had wandered off. We found him before he got too far. I kept the horseshoe.
On ‘Christmas’, we exchanged gifts and ate too much candy. It was too warm for Christmas, a California winter. But we got a good family photo.
We said our goodbyes and headed back to LAX, ready for Alaska and more snow.
Days on the road this trip: 5