Susan did not take well to change in her life.  Once I had secured a job in Los Angeles, and we sold our house in RIchardson, I went back to bring Susan and Aaron to California.  Susan was upset that she was leaving her good friends and her job and co-workers that she had made close ties with.  There was also the unknown issue of how she would get along with her parents and brother.  I don't recall the trip from Dallas to LA but there was Sadie, our long hared doxhound, Aaron juist under a year old, Susan and I.  We made the trip just before Thaniksgiving of 1982. 

      Susan had come out earlier and we had found a house to buy in Granada Hills, not far from her brother's house.  It was quite large and needed a new roof.  It cost more than we wanted to spend, but that would become a trend in our life.  Although we were not poor, money would be an issue for Susan.  I think the fact that she had to leave college and change schools after her parents lost their business, made her have more of a depression mentality.  I grew up in a much poorer household, so I felt like we were doing well to have great jobs.

     It didn't take Susan long to find a job, she went to work for an insurance agent, who had OCD. We would laugh at the extreme sensitivity he had to everything from how the mail was sorted to how is office was run.  I had a college roommate with OCD and we had a friend whose son had OCD.  We just thought it was funny how someone could get so upset over small things. 

     Susan also started making friends, first with those friends of her brother and his wife, then she joined groups like National Council of Jewish Women, Bnai Brith women, and several others.  We also tried attending services at several Temples to see where we felt comfortable.  Susan insisted that I should also work on making friends of my own.  I was pretty introverted, but an aquaintance, who was a recruiter, who went to my high school in Deerfield, got me to join a Bnai Brith chapter.  It was one of the best things I did,  I did make friends, many of which are still among my best friends.

     Daycare was the first order of business though.  Susan found a lady only a block away who wathced children in their home. Aaron was there for over a year and a half.  When Arron was two and a half, a meter reader for the gas company entered the yard of the day care lady's home.  He accidently left the gate ajar when he had completed his work.  Aaron wandered out of the gate, walked all the way home, around the corner and down the block to our front yard. He made himself comfortable, picked up an apple laying on the lawn and had a snack.  The neighbor saw him there and thought maybe Susan was home and that he had gotten out of our courtyard.  She placed him inside of our gated courtyard and returned to her house.  In the mean time, the day care lady was in a panic.  Aaron was missing, she called the police.  The police were combing the neighborhood.  No Aaron.  Finally after the police had driven up and down our streets several times, the neighbor wondered what was happening.  She stopped the squad car going by and they asked if she had seem a small boy.  She realized it was Aaron and the mystery was solved.  The woman watching Aaron had not contacted Susan or I.  When we came home that night we were quite upset by the incident.  Susan proceeded to find a new day care center,  more school like, and we moved Aaron.  This storry became the first "Pollack Moment".  A series of funny events, after the fact, that we told our friends about.