I used to live in LA. And I went there for a visit over the weekend. And a flood of memories returned.
I remember the first time I saw palm trees. And ate a real burrito. And saw the ocean. And the mountains and smog.
And the new age flyers. And the muscle beach boys. And the cabanas; the year-round outdoors. And the cults and psychics. The coyotes and brushes.
It's nice to know it's all still there.