The mighty abyss
—The other night Yrs Trly was watching one of his train-videos of railroads attacking Cajon Pass (“Ka-HONE;” not Cajun) in southern California.
I disconnected my Cable TV because I was paying too much to hear Trump’s latest 3 AM Tweet® from the Great-White-Throne in the White House. (The national news was the only TV I was watching.)
Cajon gets the railroads out of the LA-basin up to the Mojave desert. There also is an interstate (I-15), and it’s also where Route-66 went through.
“Visible above the train,” the announcer said; “is the interchange between Interstate-15 and Highway 138. Plans are afoot to improve that interchange, if it can be done before California slides into the mighty abyss.”
“Ya don’t say!” I laughed.
I have friends who live near Los Angeles, and I keep telling them I wanna visit before LA slides into the Pacific.
“Sodom and Gomorrah,” I tell ‘em. Sodom is San Francisco, and Gomorrah is Los Angeles: both dens-of-iniquity fraught with evil!
If I do visit — not much time left — I’m hoping we can drive up to the overlook over Hollywood-Bowl along Mulholland Drive.
I been there twice, and getting to it is no longer easy since the interchange to Mulholland Drive from I-5 has been “improved.”
Last visit I had to drive I-5 all the way to the next town, just to get turned around so I could get back to Mulholland Drive.
But the view from that overlook is fantastic. Miles away is the Los Angeles skyline = skyscrapers.
And everywhere lights. No wonder the Colorado River is nearly empty when it drains into the Pacific.
Visible from that overlook is our future. Cars everywhere slowly plodding LA’s clogged freeways, except for giant “Escapades” cruising 100 mph on glittering spider-alloys. All await the abyss.
I remember driving down into Hollywood, a feeble attempt to visit where one of my friends worked. Bumper-to-bumper at 1-2 mph in the dark. Even if you hit others at 1-2 mph you’re not gonna do much damage.
My friend had something to do with SpongeBob, and I did find the outlet.
No matter, our future is frightening. And I nearly got clobbered merging back onto I-10.
My wife was still alive then, riding shotgun. I scared her to death, since I also am a stroke-survivor. We almost got shoved into a guardrail.
“WOW!” I said to myself. “That Pentrex® train-video announcer is really hip — or maybe his audio producers are hip.”
I been hearing that boilerplate about California sliding into the Pacific for eons.
• Over 26 years ago (October 26, 1993) I had a heart-defect caused stroke, and that defect has long since been repaired. I recovered fairly well. Over eight years ago my beloved wife died.
I disconnected my Cable TV because I was paying too much to hear Trump’s latest 3 AM Tweet® from the Great-White-Throne in the White House. (The national news was the only TV I was watching.)
Cajon gets the railroads out of the LA-basin up to the Mojave desert. There also is an interstate (I-15), and it’s also where Route-66 went through.
“Visible above the train,” the announcer said; “is the interchange between Interstate-15 and Highway 138. Plans are afoot to improve that interchange, if it can be done before California slides into the mighty abyss.”
“Ya don’t say!” I laughed.
I have friends who live near Los Angeles, and I keep telling them I wanna visit before LA slides into the Pacific.
“Sodom and Gomorrah,” I tell ‘em. Sodom is San Francisco, and Gomorrah is Los Angeles: both dens-of-iniquity fraught with evil!
If I do visit — not much time left — I’m hoping we can drive up to the overlook over Hollywood-Bowl along Mulholland Drive.
I been there twice, and getting to it is no longer easy since the interchange to Mulholland Drive from I-5 has been “improved.”
Last visit I had to drive I-5 all the way to the next town, just to get turned around so I could get back to Mulholland Drive.
But the view from that overlook is fantastic. Miles away is the Los Angeles skyline = skyscrapers.
And everywhere lights. No wonder the Colorado River is nearly empty when it drains into the Pacific.
Visible from that overlook is our future. Cars everywhere slowly plodding LA’s clogged freeways, except for giant “Escapades” cruising 100 mph on glittering spider-alloys. All await the abyss.
I remember driving down into Hollywood, a feeble attempt to visit where one of my friends worked. Bumper-to-bumper at 1-2 mph in the dark. Even if you hit others at 1-2 mph you’re not gonna do much damage.
My friend had something to do with SpongeBob, and I did find the outlet.
No matter, our future is frightening. And I nearly got clobbered merging back onto I-10.
My wife was still alive then, riding shotgun. I scared her to death, since I also am a stroke-survivor. We almost got shoved into a guardrail.
“WOW!” I said to myself. “That Pentrex® train-video announcer is really hip — or maybe his audio producers are hip.”
I been hearing that boilerplate about California sliding into the Pacific for eons.
• Over 26 years ago (October 26, 1993) I had a heart-defect caused stroke, and that defect has long since been repaired. I recovered fairly well. Over eight years ago my beloved wife died.
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