We call this place The Moose. That’s because the Hollywood Moose Lodge 919 is there. But mainly it’s a big parking lot and butts up to a dead end of the highway. There is broken glass, cockle-burs in the field and enough uneven asphalt for any kid to scrape a shin or elbow. But the light is magnificent when the sun sets, the space is large and wide, and it’s just a short walk across the street from our house. Maddie busted her lip during this trip. Oops.