There is a dramatic rooftop rescue unfolding outside. Or the delivery of a water tank to the roof of one of the apartment highrises across the way. For the most part I like helicopters. I class them with cranes and sea-planes as mechanical marvels that I will stop and stare at, mouth agape, from time to time. But this particular helicopter has been hovering at the Barrington-Wilshire intersection for a good forty minutes. The whup-whup sounds are reflecting off the other big buildings and its becoming a bit annoying. I can't imagine what is so important that they're paying someone to hang out over a residential area at 9 am on the Saturday of Memorial Day Weekend. I'm half-inclined to walk over and check it out. Do you think its just a larger version of that arcade game where you try and operate the giant claw to pick up toys from bin? Do you think there's an enormous stuffed rabbit lying in the middle of Wilshire, all lavender and eyes begging for you to be the cute little girl to take it home?
And what is the deal with this weather? Its actually getting darker as the day goes on. Its May in Los Angeles! I don't live at the southern tip of Argentina for many reasons, but one of them is the weather.
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