For people whose normal view of airplanes is an occasional fly-over by a crop duster---
---this is a very big airplane. It went really fast. It took us a little under two hours to travel from Idaho
--to the infamous LAX airport in Los Angeles, California; a distance of a little over seven hundred miles.
The trip was without excitement or incident, just the usual crowd of bored humans in a very small space trying to ignore each other. The children were the only ones wise enough to scream at such an insane situation.
Travel on the ground was similar, only people were wrapped in metal automobiles still pretending to ignore each other.
Then suddenly the hurtling stopped and a highway patrol car zipped by on the shoulder of the freeway.
Even the important people in the limousine ahead of us couldn't buy a fast way to their fancy place.
The creeping, congested traffic allowed us to get a look at---
---the unfolding of someone’s really bad day.
A plethora of emergency vehicles had already found their way to the clog in the artery.
It took us a little under two hours to travel from the airport to the home of our son and his family, a distance of around forty miles. Welcome to California!