Hell-A

Ahh... Lost Angels.

I hate the place...

But the stop I always make at the original Pacific Dining Car is a never failing treat. Its always cool, calm and sanity resetting as much as can be expected. Low lights, dark bar and smooth pours make a seat on this 24/7 train not a pain.

I did not see the "Dog" James Ellroy, but when I'm forced to return to Hell-A, I will look for old boy down the bar.

Cheers.

Conference Calls Suk

Wouldn't it be better, more effective and efficient to meet over a couple of pops and hash it all between sips? How much easier is that?!? And it tastes better without that phone hissing nastiness. Finally, you are not looking at the damn clock every three seconds or dreading the next call to follow up on the previous call. I don't know - just a thought...

Cheers.