I’m in LA this week, to see clients and friends.
I flew down here yesterday on the first Alaska flight out of Portland on Monday morning, and the back of the plane was full of creative commuters. Besides moi, there was the Danish screenwriter that I sat next to. Across the way, a man was doing audio mixing on a powerful laptop. I never figured out what the man in the row behind me did, but he was a commuter also, because they had all been stuck on the last flight out of Burbank the previous Friday, which was memorable because it had been delayed five hours. Which happens to be over twice as long as the actual flight itself.