It’s going to be a long, hot summer. The temps are breaking records already. Yesterday, it was so hot that walking to my car it was almost painful. And it’s only May. I decided to use that and all the smoke in the air as an excuse to ditch the gym. On Ventura Blvd, you could see the billowing black clouds from the Griffith Park fire. The radio mast above the Hollywood sign was floating above the
clouds smoke, like a ship’s mast in the fog.
This morning, my car was coated with ash. Again.