Travelogue: The Homecoming

There used to be a time when waking up at 3:00 in the morning to head to an airport was effortless. That was before I turned 40. Luckily, I was able to rise to the occasion and be ready for a delayed SuperShuttle. No surprise. My experience back when I lived in Northern Virginia prepared me for late SuperShuttles who have problems finding homes in nice, quiet residential areas.

Carmageddon It!

TweetThere are moments when I am glad I left Southern California for good in 1996. Leading up to this weekend, Los Angeles had been…