The 10

When I made my final decision to move to LA, I was most nervous about driving in the infamous traffic that plagues the city's streets.  Well the traffic, while horrendous, wasn't the problem.  The 10 was the problem.  My mom and I crossed the threshold of Hollywood around 5 PM on Wednesday, August 25th via the 10...Two hours later of countless turn-arounds, expletives, and drive-bys through what could be any outdoor market in South America we finally found our way off the 10 and into the comforting serenity of Kelly's apartment.  I would clarify and say "I-10" but that would mean I'm not cool and don't know that the Interstates are prefaced with the ubiquitous article the and not I.  After that initial crowded maze of confusion, my mom and I concocted a LA road survival guide:  Stay in the middle lane and your chances of getting to where you want to go increase magnificently.  This discourse served us well for the remainder of her stay and since then I have begun to follow the wise words of the all-knowing, all-seeing entity known as Google.  Google Maps.  Now, if only my brother could figure out how to send me my GPS system.  Apparently having a father who has worked for the US Postal Service for nearly 30 years makes you mail-illiterate.