Back in 1987, when I joined graduate school at Los Angeles, I could not understand why the "natives" were complaining about the bad air quality there. They thought the air was dirty whereas it seemed just fine, thank you. It didn’t take long before I, too, started complaining about the smoggy haze. The creepy color that enveloped the region was visible to one's eyes as planes descended over the airspace in the daytime.
A divorce for kids' futures
A divorce for kids' futures
A divorce for kids' futures
Back in 1987, when I joined graduate school at Los Angeles, I could not understand why the "natives" were complaining about the bad air quality there. They thought the air was dirty whereas it seemed just fine, thank you. It didn’t take long before I, too, started complaining about the smoggy haze. The creepy color that enveloped the region was visible to one's eyes as planes descended over the airspace in the daytime.