Los Angeles

Cleaning out some files, I found this little piece I wrote on July 26, 2000. It's about a time I was out west. I had been in Sweet Home, Oregon and one of my brothers who lived in Oregon at the time came to meet me. We had to drive all night from there to San Bernadino which is east of Los Angeles. That's a long drive in one night. We were excited about going through L. A. since he'd never been there before. Anyway, here's what I wrote about it ten years ago.

We started out way the heck up north in the mountains. It was already dark and we're going east of L. A. It's been dark a long time now.

We just talked and passed the time all the way out of the mountains into the valley and basin. You got tired but wanted to see L. A.; at night in all her lights.

It was flat for so long after we got to the San Joaquin valley. Then we finally hit those long, big hills just north of town. Eight lanes of traffic both ways. It's three or four in the morning and there's as much traffic as we're used to seeing in the middle of the day.

You were asleep when L. A. finally came into view. It was there on the right. I tried to wake you up. I yelled at you but you were so tired you never got to see it.

I looked for both of us. It was a long way from where you and I came from.

Sorry you missed it. You still might see it sometime. But it won't be the same.