I’m sitting in a booth at Ruby’s. 1940s big band is playing over the speaker. Orders are being taken at he counter, and waitress is deliveing food with ample amounts of, “Any thing else, dear?”
A young woman sits at the counter, on a chrome stool, topped with candy-apple red vinyl. She does’t quite reach the foot bar., but seems to be enjoying her home fries.
Outside the window, I see three tail fins of jetliners, all sporting the logo for Song Airlines. You can find a place to retreat and sigh just about any where — even LAX.
