California Burn

Before the airplane had even touched tarmac, I knew I was going to be in trouble. The famed Los Angeles sun was boiling, high and unavoidable, in the middle of a too-clear sky and the gentle hiss of rubber melting off the wheels as they met steaming black concrete was enough to set my teeth on edge. I should have guessed that the 50-60 degree Farenheit forecast was a bit too optimistic -- not to