Having grown up in the Pacific Northwest, I was unnerved to visit Central Park in New York and see buildings three times the height of the trees. Not the usual order of things at all.

Am going to miss the old LAC. In a city full of construction, it’s a bunker of quiet. Even blasting next door just sounded like someone had dropped a really big book in the back!

I was hearing “Empty chairs and empty tables” in the final moments.