An déidh coig no sia bliadhna de thiormachd chruaidh ann an California a Deas, tha an t-uisge geamhradail ann mar bu chóir

Bidh a h-uile duine a’ faireachdainn gu dona. Seo na sgriobh dà ughdar ainmeil mun deidhinn:

“ There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ”
— Raymond Chandler, “Red Wind”
“ The baby frets. The maid sulks. I rekindle a waning argument with the telephone company, then cut my losses and lie down, given over to whatever is in the air. To live with the Santa Ana is to accept, consciously or unconsciously, a deeply mechanistic view of human behavior.
…[T]he violence and the unpredictability of the Santa Ana affect the entire quality of life in Los Angeles, accentuate its impermanence, its unreliability. The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.
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— Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem.

Chaidh sgioba ball-coise ann an Los Angeles a thoirt gu lagh an t-seachdain seo air sailleabh leth-bhreith ri taobh cinnidh. Thuirt dithis chluicheadair òg gun do chuir Chivas USA ás an dreuchd air sgath ’s nach e Meagsagach a th’annda. Thug iad a’ chuis gu cuirt ann an Los Angeles Dimairt. Tha “chivas” a’ ciallachadh “gobhar” ’sa Spàinntis, agus tha “rebaño” a’ ciallachadh “treud.” Tha an dithis ag radh gun do thuirt ceannard an sgioba “mura h-eil an Spàinntis aca, ’s urrainn dhaibh cosnadh a lorg leis An Galaxy…”

Chan ann ar leòr de thrèineachan rèile ann an LA, ’s mar sin tha sinn dèidheil air blimpspotting