11:17 a.m., Manhattan Beach. Susie and I are in the back of a large yellow convertible being driven back to the airport down Sepulveda Blvd. There are 4 lanes of traffic each way on this road, and we are going 49 miles an hour. The wind is whipping through my hair and over my sunglasses.
The sun is shining, and I have a slight sunburn because we ate our breakfast on a restaurant’s outdoor patio overlooking the ocean. The French toast came with fresh strawberries and bananas. After we ate, we went down to the beach and watched young men with no shirts on playing volleyball.
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