A Samoan Adventure (Part I)

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Greg

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Day One: On the Road
Traffic. As far as the eye can see. Four lanes of traffic. Concrete freeway. White lane stripes flash by me. More traffic. Stop. Go. Stop. Go.
The sun is setting, blanketing LAX in a warm glow. Still more traffic but this time in the air. Jumbo jets lined up to the horizon, coming in over Lot B and landing like bees to a hive. The air is filled with the smell of jet fuel and the whine of the engines. They whine like bees in a hive.

I’m the only traveler on the shuttle bus from Lot B. Darkness falls. Century Boulevard. Flashing neon. Nude girls. Parking. LAX. An automated voice spits out the airlines and terminals. Terminal 2. Air New Zealand.
I’m a couple of hours early and the line is empty. A large round brown face greets me with a smile and a Kiwi accent. I get my ticket and a finger points me over to the TSA line...

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