Grant and I took a long walk yesterday from West LA, where he lives, to yuppie Brentwood and back via Santa Monica. It was a warm day, the sky a flawless blue, quiet because it was Christmas Day, lush with landscaped plant-life. I was still feeling a little delicate, but I believe moving around was good for me. I did note that I was breathing in the invisible exhaust of cars the entire way, though.
LA always manages to ruffle a few feathers of mine. We passed house after house that had security system signs on their lawns and gates. I was used to that from back home, but the added "ARMED RESPONSE" was new to me. I say if your house is so big that you've got to hire someone to clean it, it's too big. If your lawn is so big that you've got to hire someone to mow it, it's too big. If you've got so many expensive things that you've got to hire someone to guard it, you might have got too much.
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