L.A. Goodbye

Spend 5-1/2 days in Los Angeles (Santa Monica, actually), and you notice things, like traffic. It’s different, not worse. Here, people drive the taxis and Ubers. There, the taxis drive themselves. But an L.A. freeway could pass for a Chicago expressway, easy. The one thing that did impress me was the sports’ scene. In Chicago, it’s Bears, Bears, Bears, 24/7 365 days a year. In Los Angeles, no one seems to care that the Rams beat the Munsters in the playoffs to get to the NFC Championship game; that’s old news, if it was ever news at all. I could be wrong, but people look to be in Dodgers-Dodgers-Dodgers’ mode, 24/7 365 days a year. More interesting yet, we’re not talking celebrity fandom, either. In fact, the Dodgers’ fan base looks as varied as the White Sox, and more working-class, if that’s possible. L.A. may be home to two basketball and two football teams and a hockey team, but you’d never know it from walking around. The only “gear” that counts comes in Dodger-blue. I can respect that.