Dispatches from the Road: Los Angeles Times Festival of Books
Worked the bar Thursday night and hopped a plane for L.A. on Friday morning, which meant little sleep before grabbing my "small black, muddy bag beaten shapeless by a few hundred thousand miles" and hopping the BART to the Oakland airport, to then sit on board a cramped and noisy cropduster for an hour and fifteen minutes... (cont'd.)
Worked the bar Thursday night and hopped a plane for L.A. on Friday morning, which meant little sleep before grabbing my "small black, muddy bag beaten shapeless by a few hundred thousand miles" and hopping the BART to the Oakland airport, to then sit on board a cramped and noisy cropduster for an hour and fifteen minutes... (cont'd.)