Look Mom, no tickets!

The week in L.A. Was successful in that my main goal was to stay away from becoming too friendly with the LAPD and the CA Highway Patrol. To keep my level stress under control, I relied on the L.A. Metro to get me to most places. I even convinced B to use the Metro and so everyday I would accompany her to her work, come back to downtown, then headed back to have lunch with her, and back again in the evening to pick her up. I became very familiar with everything having to do with the Metro to say the least. So I can't say that I didn't get a ticket because I was driving more carefully but more for staying away from the streets for the most part. I'm sure being in the Metro everyday was not the most exciting thing for my spouse, but she obliged for the sake of keeping me more relaxed and for preventing me from giving my regular “contribution” to the city of L.A. The governor Arnold Schwarzenegger is going have to find another way to fund his state's deficit. I'm through with my donations.

Our visit to L.A. Coincided with the passing of Farrah Faucet and Michael Jackson. Since they lived in L.A and reached the top of their careers in the area, the city went all out as if the lost was personal. I happened to be walking around the Walk of Fame in Hollywood when the news of Michael's passing started to spread. Within minutes fans, old and young, were seeing walking around as if dazed and confused looking for Michael's star to place some memorabilia. Unfortunately for them, the star happened to be covered up with the red carpet for an upcoming event that night at the Kodak Theater. But I'm sure they eventually found a place to make a memorial to show their grieve.