Flying is fantasy, a journey through blue realms and unfathomable heights. Hyped up by another airplane coffee (my third or fourth, I can’t remember) and the pure magic of air travel, I’m already the most excited passenger to take a window seat on flight AA0139…
Calling the corner of Wilshire ‘home’ means learning to sleep through 3 a.m. mail trucks, overhead flights and constant police sirens – it’s too nice out to close the windows.
There’s a narrow second of calm between a wave’s ebb and flow; a brief opportunity to catch your breath or grab at drifting bikini ties. . .
“It’s . . . it’s nice,” our shuttle driver said, his hesitation heavy with those sorts of loose secrets that all the locals know. “As long as you don’t go too far north, Long Beach is OK.”
Giants have been here, one thinks of Joshua Tree National Park. The debris of their existence – boulders crashed and piled and sculpted into incomprehensible shapes – seems to prove that someone bigger […]