It is 3:11PM on Good Friday in Southern California, where I have been now for 16 hours and from which I will fly (back to Baldy-more, hon) in seven hours. My business is done for the day, and I am ensconced in the United Club, catching up on email, making a few calls. Soon, I will insert earplugs and put on a mask and take a bit of a snooze.
--I sometimes have pity for conservatives who live in California, what with the taxes they pay and the horrific background noise of omnipresent liberalism. But I no longer pity them. They really do live in paradise, at least the parts I've been to. LA is very nice, with the sea and the mountains within sight of each other, and a vibrant, desert climate separating the two. If they have to pay higher taxes for this, so be it.
--LAX is simply not keeping up with the rest of LA. It is a bit seedy, sorta run-down. For some reason, I have a sense that LA should have a hipper airport. Like Dulles, its dining choices are abysmal. I may simply gorge on free trail mix in the United Club.
--I made a tactical error on the flight home, choosing an aisle seat for the red-eye. What I should have done was select the window, as then I could evacuate my kidneys just before the flight and hunker down unmolested for five hours. Now I will have to deal with my seatmates and their in-flight needs. Curses.
--I am a fan of the red-eye for the eastbound leg of trips to California. I usually get plenty of sleep and arrive chipper and rested back on the East Coast.
--There are few things in life as good as Hertz #1 Club. When I hopped on the Hertz shuttle last night--tired and bedraggled--it was quite crowded. Upon reaching the car farm, that crowd turned into a customer service line, while I looked for my name, saw my number, and went and got in my car. I have no clue what this costs me each year, but I would probably pay more.
--I drove a Nissan Sentra as my rental car while here. Small, but plenty of room and a cavernous trunk. It seems to me that even relatively low priced cars are pretty good these days, sorta like TV sets. Remember what low priced cars were like in the 70's? Man, they sucked.
That's all for now. Should I think of anything else, I'll let you know.