This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is LA!
Yes, I'm in LA. The thing is, I should be halfway around the world already on a trip to Australia.
After boarding the plane on-time at 6pm last night in Philadelphia, we sat on the runway for FOUR HOURS waiting for a predicted storm to pass through. Unfortunately, we sat all that time with no food, refreshments, or entertainment -- from which I'm hard pressed to find the difference between that and a regular flight. This means that, of course, by the time we got to LA my connecting flight to Australia was a mere jet fuel fume memory.
They did rebook me on the same flight the next day. As you would expect.
So I'm here at a LA airport hotel looking out at a rather uninspiring vista of some unnamed freeway dimly seen through a haze of smog and a buncha light industry plants. I can't really complain though: At least I got the hotel and vouchers for free meals. Some passengers got nothing but sympathy and a bench in LAX, from what I understand.The downside? They didn't give us our luggage back meaning by the time I arrive in Australia I hope everyone stays upwind of me.
So look for the tone of these postings to shift a bit as I work my way through The Land Down Under. If you'll excuse mixed metaph... I mean, "musical group references."- Farmer Ted
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