I’m in Los Angeles, baby.
The trip started at around 2am on Saturday morning. For 1 day, I could not believe the amount of crap we squeezed in. Take a bus to O’hare, get on a jet to LAX. Find a car, drove to Calabasas via the Pacific Coast highway and through Topanga Canyon. Ate lunch at Johnny Rocket’s, dropped stuff in the hotel and then off to Vasquez Rocks Park, home of the famous “Kirk’s Rock” featured in several episodes of Star Trek and many other films. After that, it was an electronic adventure at Fry’s electronics store followed by a secret trip to Hollywood to observe art and eat at a nearby Thai restaurant. Don’t plan on getting anywhere in a timely fashion around here… everyone is in a car – and they are all on the road at the same damn time. Apparently, 24 hours a day.
Today, up and ready to go… almost.
Yes… no hot water. I made a call to the front desk. They had just become aware of the situation and it would be about 30 minutes. 30 minutes here is like being on the road driving somewhere… 1 or 2 hours. Finally, after some hotter water, we were ready to go see the Reagan Library. Here is the ghost of Ron trying to lift my wallet for a campaign contribution. It never ends.
They guard the place with a ton of these guys…
I decided to make my feelings known about the current GOP lineup, after I called Trump and told him he could stick it.
I was tempted to buy souvenirs…
Tomorrow, I try to not get arrested tying up a naked woman in the old LA zoo… more to come. Maybe.