I could complain about the 30 degree weather and the 40 mph winds tonight. Or get depressed when I read a Christmas card about seeing snow on the San Gabriels through the palm trees. But it's the people you really miss back in Los Angeles.
I just heard Jack Kyser died.
You probably know his voice and his wisdom, pontificating since the dawn of time (or at least ever since I started reporting) about the economic life of Los Angeles County. Jack knew everything. Or at least, it seemed like he did. Jack was always available, always cheerful, always calm. And very kind. A real gentleman. I'm sad that I didn't get one last chance to put a microphone in front of his face before I left Los Angeles.
Goodbye, Jack. I hope the economic figures on the other side are a little more cheerful than they've been of late in LA County.