On Being Sinful and on Riding "Ted"
I'm seated in Gate 83 in LAX airport waiting for the United Airlines flight to Las Vegas. It's been a very eventful day. First, we missed a connecting flight from Los Angeles because we had to endure the intensive security procedure. Another reason why we probably missed our flight was because our arrival was delayed from the connecting hub from Narita. Our plane is pretty small, about an eighty-seat twin engine airbus called Ted. It’s supposed to be the domestic aircraft for all United flights. One of the passengers was actually laughing about naming the plane “Ted”. With a chuckle, he would say, “I wanna ride Ted”, “Hey, guess what?, I just rode Ted”. Well it’s named after its owner, Ted Turner. How narcissistic can this guy be?
I haven't been to LA but I am looking forward to visit this city in the future on an extended period. Among all the cities in the US, it is probably in Los Angeles where most of my US based relatives and friends reside.
We're cruising at just 24,000 feet so you can pretty much see the terrain from the window. Aside from a long stretch of roads, the city is surrounded by caverns and hills filled with faults and crevices. On our way to Nevada, the dessert stretches for miles making one wonder how they were able to put up a thriving metropolis in these lands.
We’re about to land, and I can see “Sin City” from here.






