When Chicago Lands in Los Angeles
"Well it winds from Chicago to LA
More than two thousand miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route 66"
Sometimes I joke with people that living in Los Angeles is a little like living on Mars--and not just because folks here sometimes act like they're on another planet.
L.A. is simply too far for most folks to drive for a long weekend and air fare is still sky high. That means we don't get many out-of-town visitors here. Similarly, we don't get back to Chicagoland as much as we'd like to.
Our dear friend Dena is visiting from Chicago--she's a superb dancer and she's teaching some classes here--and it is has been so lovely to spend some time with her.
On Saturday, we took her to the Griffith Park Observatory. She snapped a great self-portrait of me with her, and then took one of me, Mr. T, and Mr. O.--who are plotting how they can keep her from returning to Chicago. Dena better be watching out. I may have plots of my own.