Day 46: Los Angeles
Even after a month or so of exposure, watching Linas skateboard around the bus with his camera still seems amazingly cool to me and everyone else on the bus, but, apparently, not to the police of Barstow, CA.
On a long stretch of construction riddled highway from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, Linas dissappeared for half an hour only to show up in the back of a squad car driven by the prototype highway patrolman.
Whoops.
But only a little humiliation and a ticket, and not, as threatened, a confiscated camera and jail time.
So we made it to Cal Arts for a reading in a bunkerized building full of attentive awesome listeners, remarkable especially for a Wednesday night.
Though the Mets lost, everyone stayed sane enough and there was little gnashing of teeth, and I got to go early to meet my new niece, Willa. Hello, Willa!
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The Mets lost, the Mets lost, the Mets lost.
Hi, Uncle Travis! Thanks for taking a bit of time away from the bus to meet me! You make a great horse.