Long, Strange Trip Through a Parking Lot

Re “I Just Know I Parked Here Somewhere,” Feb. 18:

One story that my husband and I never get tired of telling is about an incident at a Grateful Dead concert a dozen years ago at the Long Beach Arena. We had emerged from the venue to begin the long walk to our car when a young man beside us suddenly stopped and unleashed a primal howl that spoke for us all: “Where did I paaaaaaark?”

Dead concerts were always good places to lose your car; once in Las Vegas, after a long search, we were quite sure our truck had been stolen when it magically appeared. The shows were the only places where we couldn’t easily spot our vehicle by the number of bumper stickers it carried.

Lori Graham

Whittier