I was waving my arms and jumping up and down like a game show contestant, shrieking "I'm right here!" into my cell phone. On the other end was a friend, driving up to my workplace to pick me up for lunch. He was a block away.
As I drove home from babysitting in Burbank, an oracle named AMBER spoke to me on the eastbound 134: "405 FREEWAY OPEN," the huge overhead sign flashed in all caps. "THANK YOU LOS ANGELES." Alone in my car, my face grew hot, my throat constricted and suddenly I was crying.
See all those drivers buzzing below the Getty Center on the 405? They are literally following the footsteps of their predecessors: Native Americans, Spanish explorers, mission padres, and early California settlers.