Old People Galore. I have entered the land of the powered scooter. I am in Palm Springs visiting the gParents and soaking up the sun and the smell of talcum powder. My sister and I have determined that in order to live here you have to either be 61 or 16. There is no one in between.

We happily accept the age situation because it gives us less distraction from the creature comforts my grandparents provide. Best feature = home theater. They have la-z-boys and a hot couch. I don't even need a bed -- just give me the couch. Today I went and bought some DVDs to compliment the experience. Zoolander, Belly and Full Metal Jacket. I will try them out tonight.

More posting tomorrow. I'm going to venture into the downtown area and see if my 61/16 hypothesis is actually true.