Driving up the 110. LA ahead of me in front of a mountain back drop. Sun to the right over SC. Black Eyed Peas on the radio. Windows down. Hot breeze blowing. Blue skies. I may be all alone in my car but this is the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Sure, other cities around the world may have something on LA, I’m big enough to admit it. But give me LA in the summer and I have all I need.
