LA advisory
I’ve lived in Los Angeles for more than 26 years now. Even now, the effect that rain has on the local psychology never fails to amaze me. Yesterday and today, it’s been raining. Judging by the reaction, you would think it was a rain of frogs.
A few months ago, I signed up for “emergency warning” texts from the local and state police. If there’s something big going on, like a freeway collapse or a shooting spree, I figured I’d want to know about it. California, and Los Angeles in particular, has had more than its share of disasters.
So here’s the text I got earlier today, while in my playwriting workshop, from the state police: “LA storm brings rain.”
December 9th, 2013 at 2:00 am
I read a Western once where a couple guys got into a discussion over why anyone would live in the Dakotas, where you can get a foot of snow in December. The gist of the reply was that it took a Real Man to live in North Dakota whereas: “In Californy the suns shines all the time, it don’t get cold much and–Hell, any damn fool can live in Californy–if he can stand the boredom.”