Posting resumes, following an unplanned hiatus. Dad is in a state of physical decline, and concern grows about how long he will be with us. One of my sisters asked me to join her—she from Florida, me from California—for a Presidents’ Day holiday weekend trip home, which is Aroostook County, Maine. I logged 2,950 air miles each way.
My trip started in San Diego and first stopped in Los Angeles, following a 22-minute flight with connection to Newark and onward to final destination Presque Isle. Hungry, I grabbed a burger while at LAX. I shot the Featured Image, using Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra, while waiting for my $20.25 beef patty.
For, ah, custom built burgers, supposedly made to order, the meat was dry and the bun looked and tasted like something sold at the local supermarket. I am accustomed to (presumed) higher-end burger places toasting the bun. Nope.
Hours later, on the plane, I heard two other passengers order burgers. (What? Have they got a fry cook stowed away somewhere?) I asked the flight attendant how much: Eleven bucks. I could have saved $9, and these sure looked tastier. But, today, not far from The Counter, I discovered a Carl’s Jr., where I could have had an even better burger for about nine bucks (after tax).
I will share more about seeing Dad over the next couple of days. For now, photo vitals: f/1.7, ISO 320, 1/120 sec, 23mm (film equivalent); 11:59 a.m. PST, Feb. 16, 2024.