Los Angeles impressions
I spent the weekend in Los Angeles where it was 70 degrees with calm winds and sunshine. Here are some disconnected impressions…
- stuck in traffic on I-10 out of Santa Monica; turned out that a Ford SUV had rolled over
- cousin left work at 2 pm in an attempt to find his way home without using the 405; a construction crane had fallen at 1 pm and blocked all five northbound lanes; traffic was snarled city-wide until after midnight. All of the cars on the highway managed to swerve and avoid the crane, but a jet fuel tanker and an SUV were not so nimble and collided.
- leafed through the Sunday Los Angeles Times; the book review section was the thinnest part of the paper and the Op-Ed page carried an article in favoring of opening up the U.S. Presidency to immigrants, citing Arnold Schwarzenegger as the sort of presidential candidate we were being deprived of by the stipulations in our current Constitution
- having breakfast with a former student and asking him whether he thought it would be nice to live in Santa Monica: “Santa Monica is where the police from all over Los Angeles dump their homeless people. It is legal to sleep in parks in Santa Monica, which means that hundreds of homeless people live here. I live in Manhattan Beach, surrounded by rich 32-year-old divorcees. Their ex-husbands are directors who’ve moved on to the next trophy wives.”
- constant helicopter traffic up and down the beach
- alternating of self-storage facilities and sex shops for five miles along Santa Monica Boulevard
- a mid-air collision of two vintage biplanes on Saturday; the more heavily damaged plane landed in shallow water and the 82-year-old pilot waded to shore unharmed
- “I don’t have to work all that hard; my wife was one of the creators of a reasonably popular TV series.”
- flew in a DA40/G1000 around the most crowded skies in the world, but never had to adjust for another airplane until landing
- drove down the 405 to the Long Beach airport (JetBlue) at 5:35 am on a Monday morning; traffic was moving but heavy across all five lanes
- had to get up a few times during the 5-hour flight home and stretch; realized that long airplane flights are easiest for young flexible folks (i.e., don’t put off that round-the-world trip until you’re 65 unless you’re planning to go First Class with flat beds)