Rico Suave

Seven hours of flying and it’s only 9:45 am. It’s predicted the weekend’ll hit record temps, and this possibility is exacerbated by the blue layer of wildfire smoke covering the LA basin. The descent into LAX reminds me of my recent trip to Mexico City and I fully expect to step out of the terminal and breathe in a lungful of burning plastic. Instead, I think of some long ago summer camp. The Thrifty Car shuttle arrived without delay and soon I’m in a slow-moving line at the off-site office. I wasn’t in a hurry, but something about the place…