You never really write the obituary on smog days,

1954. Smog prevents airplanes from landing and ships from docking for three days.

It was not fog, as you thought. It was smog.

When you looked out my window you could see the whole city crouched under a blanket of car smog.

They were slower today with the heat and the fact that this is our fourth meet in 10 days. We kinda called it a 'workout meet' today.

It's time now to rent a car, roll down the windows and prepare for your first big thrill: the freeways. They're so much fun they should charge admission. Never fret about zigzagging back and forth through six lanes of traffic at high speeds; it erases jet lag in a split second.

You're now heading toward Hollywood, like any normal tourist. Breathe in that smog and feel lucky that only in L.A. will you glimpse a green sun or a brown moon. Forget the propaganda you've heard about clean air; demand oxygen you can see in all its glorious discoloration.