The City of Angels

Most people know that me and flying don’t go, so Instead of subjecting me to 3 flights on one day, including our 12 hour flight home, Linz decided we should hole up at the 500 room Sheraton Hotel by the airport for the night.  Good decision, it was excellent.  We had plenty of time the next day to take the hotel’s shuttle bus to a delightful nearby shopping mall, with a glimpse of Manhattan Beach along the way, albeit out of the bus window.

Our L.A. Sheraton Hotel is on the very right side of the picture.  A bit of a 9/11 moment as the plane appeared from nowhere	It didn’t take Dot & Lenny long to find the Hotel’s heated pool, but after much deliberation, Lenny just did not want to unpack his togs	Manhattan Beach from the bus	Manhattan Beach Pier
Don’t worry honey, ‘aint no way I’m going backwards	I’m still everywhere	Can’t you just be a hydrant?  All I see is an odd faced teddy directing traffic.	When I saw this in the hotel’s driveway I thought it might be my birthday present, but no.