We went for Chinese with Cordovas and Newlees (Chris's family) before roping his well-meaning cousin Jonathan into dropping us off at the airport in Long Beach. Most of these pictures come from a game of telephone. It got very corrupt by the end the line.









After lunch we all got frozen custard. For some reason I always think that custard isn't as bad for you as ice cream. But it must be, right? It so creamy!
One extra from that day -- the public library on Pier Avenue. This, for better or worse, was the Los Angeles I lived in.