Driving to John's home is tricky, up a long windy street and then down a steep short driveway. I take my life in my hands as the car tips forward over the top and then down. I am glad to arrive.

All day I have been thinking of what we will be eating. John cooks real food.

Everyone arrives and we spend several hours talking about books, and then it's time to leave. I have the car facing up the hill. Now it is dark.

I remind myself that I am brave. Balancing the brakes with the gas I am able to push the car up the driveway to the county road. mmmm, it gets easier each time.