The Tortoise and the Hair

The last time I was in California I was about 13 years old and I was visiting my grandparents in La Jolla. My grandfather always drove Cadillacs — the bigger the better. His cars were so big, Columbus could have circumnagivated the globe in one. He was also an extremely cautious driver. In other words, he was the world's slowest. He also didn't believe in turning on the air conditioning in the car so we had all the windows open. Even with all the windows down, my hair still didn't move.