As you read this, I’m back home and probably happy to be so. As I write it however, I’m sitting poolside at the Airport Merriot in Los Angeles. It is a mostly cloudy 75 degrees, so it’s quite pleasant and even though I’m out in the middle of the deck, it’s not too sunny.
Sadly, there are no bathing beauties walking around in barely there bikinis– Just a couple of families splashing and talking around the pool. Of course there could be women looking at me and thinking much the same thing, in reverse. I’m sitting here in slacks and a shirt, because I didn’t pack a swim suit and forgot to even pack shorts. There you go. Not that my choice of clothing would make much of a difference. Even old ladies are not particularly interested in what a fat old man is wearing.
Hey! There’s guy that looks just like George Lucas! Nope. Not him. Great hair though.