Meet the 101

Visit Los Angeles for more than a few hours and you will notice many peculiar things, women with stretched faces, boys with bags more expensive than your car, kids ages 6 and under with cell phones. The list goes on and on, and somewhere between the punk rocker and raw food restaurant is THE freeway. Or should I say THE freeways. Only in Los Angeles could freeways take on the properties of an animate noun. Like a world leader, it deserves an 'article' of respect.

What should I do today?
Write the President or drive The 101?