America's Inside Voice
Recently, I landed in Los Angeles on a cold and rainy afternoon. I was, admittedly, irritated—isn’t the social contract with L.A. that we ignore its many flaws in exchange for perfect weather? I was also feeling lazy and opted to splurge on a curbside pickup from Lyft. The service was called Lux, and, trust me, the price tag to get to the East Side matched the name. More intriguing, though, was one of the service options offered: your choice of a driver who would agree to maintain a “quiet ride.”
As I have already implied, the list of things that I truly love about Los Angeles is short. But, a major one is the excellent local radio, which mitigates the torture of spending half of your visit there in a car. The second is the chance to chat with the colorful Angelenos who drive even more
