Today, I saw what I miss because I rarely leave home, and I was reminded of what I can't stand about leaving home.
We had to be at UCLA today, and I found myself with some time to kill between appointments, so I took a walk on campus. UCLA's campus is a lot like Penn's- lots of tall buildings crowded together with trees and the occasional green space dropped in- but the day was warm and sunny, and it really felt like spring in a city where the seasons aren't supposed to change (they do). I walked between the buildings, dropped into the bookstore (oddly, no NCAA tournament souvenirs yet- they had Pac 10 t-shirts but nothing about the team's participation in the tournament, maybe because many students are on break and by the time they're back, we'll know if there will be more updated souvenirs to be had), and wandered into Pauley Pavilion. The arena was being prepped for the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards, and while there was security at the main entrance, the back door was wide open; I stood with some production executives and gazed at the championship banners and the scoreboards and the very spot where John Wooden directed his troops and everyone from Hazzard to Alcindor to O'Bannon and Edney and Farmar roamed. It's no Palestra- it's a 1960's-bland, utilitarian arena, and I can imagine recruits turning their noses up at it when even San Diego State has a newer, nicer, state-of-the-art facility (and USC's will open hard by the 110 freeway in the Fall). But you walk in and you know some greatness lived there.
After the last appointment, we walked into Westwood Village to grab a bite, and for all the problems Westwood has experienced in recent years, there's something about a place where people actually walk and shop and eat and ride buses- almost a real city! I enjoyed the atmosphere, the buzz of students and hospital workers and businesspeople crowded into a restaurant, the hiss and gas fumes at the bus stop. The place just seemed alive, and, living and working here in the quiet, remote suburbs, I miss that.
And then came affirmation of the other side. The Sirius traffic report warned of severe traffic problems on the 405 south, and, sure enough, Wilshire seemed to be backing up all the way to Westwood Boulevard, so I decided we'd be better off sticking to surface streets. And that may indeed have been the wise choice, but it was the same idea everyone else had. Westwood Boulevard crawled. There was momentary gridlock at Santa Monica Boulevard- more 405 backup- and National had a long line at the Overland light that never seemed to move no matter how many (short) green lights we got. I bailed into the Cheviot Hills back streets, found the secret back entrance to the 10 East, and promptly hit another jam. Off to La Cienega, which moved well until the hill, where an accident had traffic jammed again. And more jamming at La Tijera, and so on all the way home.
How do people do that? I mean, I used to commute, and it never seemed this bad. They say that the jams are getting worse, have gotten much worse in the last five years, and, well, yeah. I kept telling myself not to get aggravated, not to worry- no rush, not a problem- but I couldn't help myself. I can't even imagine how it would feel if I had an actual schedule.
So it was nice to be out and about in civilization today. I'm promising myself it'll never happen again.
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