Last night's outing was to a band concert held about 20 miles away at the Church of the Nazarene, which is located on The Old Road. It's the old road that parallels the 5 Freeway and it is so old that the center lines that divide you from oncoming traffic have worn away.

Nor does it have any identifying markers, like street names, so after the turn off San Fernando Road, you take it on faith that you're on the right path.

There are miles of desert nothing, absolutely nothing, and then there is this modern church building plopped down, smack dab in the middle of manicured green green lawns and well striped parking lot.

The trip to the venue was fairly easy, because it was in daylight and I could see, albeit faintly, the remnants of the double yellow line that marks the center of the road. It isn't always in the center, because the road is being torn up for construction.

At night, however, I had no guide and mostly I just concentrated on not being blinded by oncoming headlights, wishing for street lights, and staying to the right of approaching vehicles. It was a relief to see the turn signal at San Fernando Road--the first sign of civilization.

Since this the the Fourth of July week, the music was Americana and patriotic. I sang along with most of it; I'm pretty sure the 35-member band drowned me out and my seat neighbors gave no indication they noticed. If I know the tune and the words, it's nearly impossible for me not to sing, or at the very least hum, along.

It was an enjoyable outing, a delightful way to end the day.