|THE OLD LOT B|
And now Lot B was closed! Why had no-one told me! Why had there not been a public service announcement to every citizen of L.A.? How did people find out about such cataclysmic changes? Where would I park now? How would I find my way in the dark? What if I missed my plane? I thought of Kafka who, studying for his law exams, had noticed one hand nervously creeping toward the other, as if to comfort it.
And later I thought, if the nervous system of a warm-blooded animal can react so strongly to a change of parking lot, how people must feel who are waiting for the jury to come back. I thought of the people who are about to hear the results of a biopsy. I thought about the people in the boxcars headed for Auschwitz.
I parked in Lot C (12 bucks a day). I made it with time to spare. But next time I'm going to drive downtown, park at Union Station (6 bucks a day), and take the "Flyaway" Bus (14 round trip).