While I’ve been to Los Angeles quite a few times, this was the first time since Uber came into existence. Prior to that, 17-year-old Margaret had thought it ordinary to walk, bus and train the mammoth blocks of the City of Angels. Years later, shock-horrored friends would insist that this was not the way to do LA.
The more I travel, the more I find myself packing for the destination, rather than touting a pinstripe man suit on a white sand beach. White cotton for Cote d’Azur, all-black for New York, and apparently breezy blues and Pendleton for a brief break in Bali.
Rather than compiling a thousand Q&A’s into one painfully long post, or write an essay about my perspective on life, I’ll just check in once a month to respond to your questions in the comment box, and you can all refer back to this page for answers to burning life questions, when you need them most.