While flying
into Palm Springs I was impressed by the view of this small
community from the air … a multitude of green lawn patches
surrounded by vast desert lands—the city, a bright oasis in the
middle of seemingly nowhere.
As the
plane approached for a landing I was struck by the rather
Alice-in-Wonderland design of the airport terminal. After visiting
the city for a week I concluded it seems to blend in with the design
and attitude of the natives.
It’s not
uncommon to see movie stars and celebrities sashaying around town
looking for all the world as though they have never had a care in
the world. The men top the cool-looking-scale sporting multi-colored
golfing attire while the women have adopted a sleek California
manner of dressing with a vengeance. Ladies walk with an attitude …
bronzed bodies, dressed all in black, blonde hair styled in a short,
straight sophisticated cut—each person appearing to be totally
satisfied with their current station in life.
Logistically, Palm Springs is a perky town approximately 110 miles
east of Los Angeles. Hearing the words, Palm Springs, brings
visions of movie stars, well tended golf courses, fabulous shopping,
sleek restaurants decorated with a kaleidoscope of bright colors
and—last but not least—the town itself smack-dab in the middle of a
lot of arid land—with sand, rocks and the ever-ready baking sun. To
add to the topical diversity, the city is surrounded by the San
Bernardino Mountains on the North, the Santa Rosa Mountains on the
South and the San Jacinto Mountains to the West. An absolute natural
fortress of towering peaks. >
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