It is true, though, that most people would drive the 34 blocks from downtown to Pho LA in mid-Wilshire. But I had not exercised much this week, so I decided to walk to dinner. I set out at 8 p.m., and walked past each of the following:
a. MacArthur Park, which had neither cakes nor rain;
b. Cardinal Josef Minzentky Park, which I can neither spell correctly nor place historically;
c. Lafayette Park, filled with playing children rather than the drug dealers that used to hang out there;
d. Maggie's Donut, near where I used to work, where I could buy a croissant and a scratcher;
e. some really cool looking Korean BBQ restaurants;
f. the Founder's Church of Religious Science, which I would call the "seat" of the faith, but actually, the faith is entirely located in the mind;
g. a stand where I could get an LA weekly to read; and
h. a really cool looking Honduran antijitos place.
The pho at Pho LA was good,and the kind men gave me an extra Summer roll appetizer because it was their last one.
I had to struggle a bit to find the red line train back, as I did not wish to walk in the dark, but finally I caught the train and un-did in just a few minutes what took 45 minutes to do. I don't know if this was better than lying in the pool, scanning the sky for hawks, but I can find hawks in Texas, but I can't walk in LA in Texas. Nobody does.