“Thanks for the ride. I mean, gracias,” I called, as I flew out of yet another truck, this one driven by a Mexican gardener who spoke no English. Lucky for me that he knew the word ‘Coliseum’ and was headed that way.
graciasAs soon as my feet hit Figueroa Street, I could feel the difference. The hum of thousands of people streaming toward Exposition Park was like an electric current with vibrations so friggin’ strong, I wondered if there was a downed power line nearby. I scanned the sidewalk but didn’t see any exposed wires shooting electric bolts my way.
Hmm.
A shadow fell across my face and I glanced up at a huge monolith. Mountainous, it towered over me with an elliptical bowl so much like the super old Roman Colosseum, I almost expected to see chariot-riding gladiators with their sw
