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An LAX report
LAist waxes individual on Sundays, so this seems like the perfect time to tell you that I’m at LAX. I mean, I was; now I’m 2,000 miles away. I was going to post from the airport, but….
Why doesn’t LAX have WiFi? If there was ever a building that looked like it should radiate internet waves, the gloriously sixties-era futuristic Encounter is it. But does the airport have a WAN? Little terminal-based WiFi? Nooooo. At least, not at US Air. Which is my excuse for not posting news today.
LAX is built for cars My ticket said “United Airlines #1708 operated by US Airways.” I thought that meant I was flying from United (Terminal 7); after 40 minutes in line, I discovered that it meant US Air (Terminal 1). The way to get from Terminal 7 to Terminal 1 is to cross about 15 lanes of traffic — not in a straight line, but jagging left and then right and then around to reach the crosswalks. How about a tunnel or a skywalk (with a stop at Encounter along the way)?
LAX is usually good for a celebrity Being at the airport makes me feel like I might pass for a tourist, so I was entirely willing to whip out my camera and ask to take a photo of Fred Willard when I almost ran into him. Fred Williard! Can anyone watch a dog show without imagining Fred Willard narrating it, Best In Show-style? But he was being hollered at by an agitated blonde, not that she was yelling at him per se but she was telling a story that had her very upset, and they were kind of barreling along and he looked pretty miserable. So I thought eh, best to play Hollywood and pretend I never saw him.
For the next week, your faithful editor will be back east, but still thinking (and posting) about LA. Have fun in the sun for me.
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