Oct 14, 2007

Home, Sweet Home

Well, we are home from Long Beach, safe and sound.



The Long Beach Convention Center has a lot of tropical plants in its landscape. This is a flower on a banana tree on the side of the building. I'm guess that this is a non-fruiting hybrid banana of some kind.



Sometimes you see the strangest things right in the middle of a city. This appears to be corn growing in a gutter in the middle of a parking lot.

We left Long Beach at a bit after noon today and drove to West Hollywood, so that we could eat lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe in the Beverly Center. Mother and Daughter Sneed really like the Hard Rock Cafe and we have eaten in them all over the country. To our surprise and disappointment, it has closed and moved to Universal Studios. It would have been nice for Google Maps to tell me that when I put in directions to the Hard Rock Cafe in Hollywood and it gave me the address of the Beverly Center location.

As they say, when one door closes another opens, so we were able to have a lovely lunch in the Beverly Center food court. Imagine lunch in any food court, in any mall, anywhere in the country and you get the picture. But we were hungry and it was food. Plus we didn't have time to look around and still make our flight.

The Beverly Center is directly across the street from Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, perhaps the most famous hospital in the west. Virtually every building and program has been endowed by someone famous and carries their name. I read that the hospital has 9000 employees and 15,000 fund-raising volunteers. There is a George Burns Rd., and a Gracie Allen Dr. on the hospital campus. Only in Hollywood.

So, we're home, I didn't cause any scenes with strangers and a good time was had by all. What more can you ask?









Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky

1 comment:

Kurt said...

No scenes? You get a leaf for your behavior tree!

Someone must have spilled (or barfed up) some corn in the gutter is all I can figure.