L.A.: Our sky is smoggier than yours

Ah, flashback to my youth in the Inland Empire, where every morning we were greeted with the brown skies of summer….zzrrrp. Wait, aren’t we in Sacramento now? Yes, but the growing brown smear of smoking creosote is truly one sight I thought I had left behind in the concrete jungle that is L.A. and the desert towns circling it.

Parked the car at work, stepped out, and WHACK! The smell of serious railroad track smacked me in the nose. There’s still a tornado-plume of smoke over the river. My hair has a lovely scent: Eau de Creosote. Do you think there’s a market for it? Nah, I thought not.

Pray for a good, solid wind. Rain would be good too.

1 Comment so far

  1. maya (unregistered) on March 20th, 2007 @ 8:32 am

    I grew up in the Inland Empire too! It was like home-sweet-home for a bit there.



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