Sunday, September 2, 2007 – Hothouse Hot
The second day of September, just after noon, one hundred in the shade, one hundred five in the sun, giant dark thunderheads in the distance building out over the mountains, from the stream of tropical heavy air drifting up from Baja – and the radio says the "heat index" makes it feel like one hundred thirteen. The Sunset Strip is empty, no cars, no trendy and hip young folk, no tourists – everyone is hiding, or at the beach. The traffic reports on the radio say there's gridlock on Pacific Coast Highway from Santa Monica out beyond Malibu. The beach might have been a real bad idea. A mile or two west of the Sunset Strip turn left on Roxbury Drive, the street where George and Ira Gershwin and Oscar Levant and all the music folks once lived, and you'll find this curbside – roses in the heat. They may be the only things looking good in Los Angeles on this day.