I need to meet with someone in Beverly Hills, and the only day of the week that both of us are available is Sunday. She can't make it on Sunday the 24th. I can't make it on Sunday the 31st. "What's wrong with Sunday the 17th?" I asked. "Well", she said, "it's that Carmageddon thing."
Carmageddon, as Mary Walker Baron mentioned in her post a few days ago, is the name that the local media have given to the weekend 10 mile closure of the 405 Freeway through the Sepulveda Pass. They are predicting gridlock, catastrophe and mad, mad drivers.
I live in Glendale. It would never occur to me to take the 405 to get to Beverly Hills. I will avoid canyon roads because the media have predicted that they will be heavily traveled. I can think of at least half a dozen other ways to get from Glendale to Beverly Hills without ever getting on a freeway. I will not elaborate further in this post, as there was that unfortunate incident a couple of years ago when I told about the secret parking street near Dodger Stadium, and our friend insisted that I ruined it forever, even though I never named the street. Of course now you could park your car in center-field at Dodger Stadium and no one would notice, but I digress.
I will drive to Beverly Hills on Sunday. And yes, I will allow some extra time in case someone else knows the same streets I do.