Sleepless at LAX

LAX at 2:00 a.m., 5:00 a.m. EDT. Greeted by upbeat country and western music. At the hotel, there is also music. O.K. muzak, but it's improved a lot over the years. I realize we are at the same hotel where we stayed 13 years ago after coming back from Hong Kong. So there is a kind of poetic justice about being sleep deprived in L.A. after a long flight from someplace.

There are lots of slim, pretty blonde women about. And Birds of Paradise as ground cover, an exotic sight to the New England eye.

I saw two characters from my current novel, Festival Madness, in the airport, Tia and Wayne. It was them. Always weird to see one's characters doing routine things at odd moments. They were getting boarding passes.

In the morning we flew on to Oakland, in a long arduous trek to get to San Francisco on the cheap. Time being money and all that.


Onward,

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