It's cold in LA. After living here for eleven years, this is strange. I go out to bicycle on the beach and enjoy the sun and, what the hey?...it's friggin' cold! However, because it's been raining the sky is crystal clear and free of smog and there's no better time to ride along the famous "strand." I was yesterday when this guy on roller blades (total stranger) came up to me and asked me if I would pull him. In a rare moment of expansion, I actually said, "yes."

"Do you normally say yes to pulling total strangers?" he asked.

"No, never," I replied.

So, with that bit of honesty to forge a momentary relationship we rode along for a few hours and talked about our lives, careers, and LA weather. I got his phone number, but I don't think I'll ever call him. It was just a nice knowing that perfect strangers can make nice conversationalists on a beautiful day in LA when you're riding on the strand.

Just for today, I can talk to strangers.