[Me, two days before escaping Illinois]
No, it’s not my natal anniversary; it may be something better: the anniversary of the day I moved to Los Angeles.
May 18, 1982, two days after graduating college, I arrived at LAX with two suitcases and a bird cage (home to my African Grey parrot, Kato). Oh and about 850 bucks in my pocket. What an idiot! I figured that money would last me long enough to get a job and an apartment.
A lot has changed. I no longer own the suitcases or the parrot (long dead). I’ve moved probably a dozen times and had at least that many jobs. Met a lot of people, and had more adventures than I can remember.
But my love for this city, right or wrong, is undimmed.
VIva Los Angeles!