This morning we were awoken in downtown LA by a calliope of predawn leaf blowers and garbage trucks that were gorging themselves on last weekend’s refuse. This morning dawned grey, with a marine overcast that was only slowly burning off with the day’s building heat. It’s been hot here in LA, on these last few days of summer. In fact, it has been hot all summer long, but global warming appeared to have no effect last night, on Lou’s plate of spaghetti. This morning Anne and I walked around Little Tokyo, were we enjoyed artisan coffees that were individually fresh brewed, along with a green tea donut. Later, we picked up Dan and then drozve to Millie’s, in Silver Lake, for a proper breakfast. Millie’s has been operating since 1928. Then we hit the road and drove to Monterey.