By Jon S. Strebler
Just got back from five weeks of travel: twice up and back the length of the West Coast (once by car, once by air), interspersed by tooling around England, Oslo, and Spain for three weeks. The final leg home involved the tortuous ritual of driving through Los Angeles, with stop and go traffic even on a Sunday afternoon.
I don’t care much for Randy Newman and his songs, never more so than his “I Love L.A.” We in San Diego love to hate L.A., our big, flashy, crowded northern neighbor that we bristle at being lumped together with in outsiders’ minds. 81 degrees at 4 pm in the middle of January, stuck and literally sweating in traffic – yuck!