Seems it never rains in Southern California,
Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before,
It never rains in California,
but girl, don’t they warn ya,
It pours, man, it pours
– Written by Albert Hammond
California has been enduring a prolonged multi-year drought. This drought may not have broken, but it sure had a big dent put in it. Starting around when we were eating at Phil’s and for the next 24 hours, Monterey received over two inches of rain. In a good year it gets less than twenty.
It was a dark and stormy night on Halloween. There were no trick-a-treaters. Not that we would expect any or know what to do with any that appeared. Anne and I got up early on Saturday and set off into the steady rain. It sprinkled off and on all the way to LAX. I know that it was too soon, but everything already seemed greener. Maybe it was just getting the dust washed off the leaves?
After two gate changes and one plane change, we finally got out of LA. Anne was TSA pre-approved, while I wasn’t. She had even selected socks without holes in them, what a waste. We connected through Las Vegas, where three LVPD officers were waiting for us when we landed. They hauled off one obese woman in a wheelchair. It just seemed sort of strange to me.
Anne chose the wrong time to go to the restroom in Las Vegas. We were the last to board. The plane pushed off as soon as we were seated. The pilot apologized for the delay. He said, “Folks, we were being held up by an unidentified VIP.” Everyone else onboard thought that he was talking about some politico, but I think that his emphasis was on the ‘P’.
Joanie picked us up and we got home around midnight. Thank you, Joanie! It was a long day, but it was a great vacation too. I’m glad that we have Sunday to rest up on, before we both go back to work on Monday.