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Short, Profitable Trip to LA — The Faux Louvre pg264
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
My sister was staying with friends in Los Angeles. She called and mentioned family was coming to visit for four nights and they needed her room. “I can’t afford a motel room by myself, and don’t want to sleep in my van.”
“You don’t have to,” I enthused. “LA is still on my to-do list. I’ll arrange rooms and an itinerary for a museum a day. Do you want to pick me up at the airport? We can go see the Getty, LACMA, Norton Simon and the Huntington.”
“Sure, but only if you navigate and watch for exits and parking spaces.”
There’s something rather dreadful about unchecked urban sprawl, but it really does take that many people and resources to maintain institutions as expensive as fine arts…