7 hours

The number of hours it took from  Las Vegas to Azusa Calif. I’m not complaining in fact from time to time I take the Supertramp way. Flight delayed a little. Guy wth yarmulke max bet 1.oo x 5 wheel of fortune x 2 machines at McCarran,  no spins or wins. Jet blue is the best, 34.00 one way and  in 45 minute we hit tarmac in Long Beach. Flight attendant reminds me of Bridgette Bardot, she is  both pretty and sexy. Weather is fantastic for walking to bus stop.  Listening to Burt Bacharach I do leg lifts and stretching while waiting. 1.25 gets to blue line. I hop on and homeless veteran wants to talk and I get it. Turn off music and he and I engage. He says “Ya got caught in the Peruvian blizzard in the 1970’s”. I say ” Dig that movie ‘Blow’ with Johhny Depp. I ask him if VA hospital stuff gotten better “ya it has”. Amen.  Heres his stop.  Two sheriffs hop on and I feel tax dollars at work. Guy gets on and its likely he is on drugs but coming down so sherrif #1 gives him fist pump and I  think of Erik Estrada. Passenger entrepreneurship living large. One  selling chips, chargers and CD’s while walking aisle. I pass thru several cities and note the following: I’m No longer bothered by graffiti, one mattress  so far and new housing in Compton. Subtle art work everywhere. Hills green with solar  making a comeback. Warmth of sun thru glass  feels especially nice because it a hug from God. Filming in LA I look quickly for movie star but no luck. Hop on Gold line and admire two pretty face asian girls wearing lanyard “class of 2020” but they look so much younger. I think of those  twins from Godzuki and Godzilla movies. They are darling as they giggle and cover their mouth with their hands only to hide perfect smiles. Tats and  piercings on rugged men ending their shift. I stare and trace with my eyes the lines leading to the biceps….Nice.  Farmer’s market in south Pasadena on Thurs. Afternoon. Door opens at stop and wafting garlic aromas wander in. Tiny houses and trifecta Virgin  Mary postcards tape to windows as if to say “Bless this Mess”.  Everyone on the phone in low head position, guilty as charged.  Frequent eye contact and smiles are effective in lifting my spirits from recent news of Jay poker old man at Orleans who went to the big table in the sky. My stop and brief walk I notice confetti of pedals from white rose bush is simply beautiful. Pass a bar “Nah I dont really drink” and see my reflection in large pane glass. I say shoulders back and stomach in. Greeted by four legged family member and I’m done 420 minutes. Ziajian.

 



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