Meanwhile : Articles written by Simon Jones

It’s been ten years since I visited my friends in California. Ten years! And now, after just five days I’m sitting in Los Angeles International Airport awaiting a plane back to Boston.

I’ve been on an extended trip out here in the U.S, taking in places such as Seattle and Portland, with other destinations like Boston and New York City still on the agenda. It’s turning out to be a truly great vacation. I’m jetting from place to place in First class on Delta flights, lapping up my air miles earned upgrade and pretending like I always travel first class! Rather than waiting till the last minute to get on the plane, I’m one of the first, if not the first person on the plane. I take my oversized seat early so I can be one of those smug bastards sitting there in first class sipping Champaign while all the ‘poor people’ traipse past me on their way to cattle class hell.

The Californian leg of my trip is coming to an end here in Los Angeles is international airport. I flew down here in a propeller driven aircraft full of suit wearing business types all reading the early editions of broadsheet news papers, leaving behind me a rather bleary eyed friend, Anthony, who had very kindly driven me to Fresno airport at some unearthly hour of the morning.

As the plane droned across the sunrise I looked out of the tiny window trying to soak up every last minute that California had to offer me. Below me pierced the tops of mountains that cast long early morning shadows across a cotton wool bed of clouds. I felt like the odd one out, the random guy dressed casually and actually enjoying what was someone’s else’s morning commute to the office.

Five days ago I was flying over the Nevada desert on my way to Fresno. The flight was pretty spectacular, I was entranced by the landscape below, a landscape far removed from anything I’m familiar with back in England. I’d had a great time in Portland and was sad to leave, but the excitement of returning to California and seeing people I haven’t seen or had much, if any, contact with for ten years was almost overwhelming.

Meeting me at the airport were my two old ‘best friends’ from my time in Fresno, Kevin and Josh. I haven’t spoken with… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]