Another week, another trip to LA. This week brought the following interesting and weird happenings to bear…
- I walked across the street for lunch and saw Robert Blake. TV really does make people look fat, because this guy is a straw in real life.
- For a change, I stayed at the LAX Westin. It was a comfortable bed but I got very little sleep. There is evidently a kennel or pound within 100 feet of the hotel and dogs were yelping from 3am on.
- My boss purchased a Ducati motorcycle. She is coordinated enough to have dropped it twice in less than a week. And it wasn’t even moving. I’ve started a hospital vigil for her now.
- The flight back was eventful. I had no seat assignment, the flight prior to mine had been canceled, and the ground crew had no idea how many people were on the plane, how many seats remained, and how much weight they could take.
That, in a nutshell, was my end of week trip. I think that LA may need to modify their visitor message to be…
Welcome to LA. It’s like a whole other planet.