Airports in major cities, like LAX, are trippy environments. It is at once a national and international gathering of those in transition: The euphoric, emerging from planes, their journey at an end, and the determined, about to depart.

One of the most insane environments I have ever spent time in is a gun range. There we are, all in a line, armed to the teeth, firing away.

In my bright, utopian future world, they will hand out college educations like cups of water at the end of the L.A. Marathon.

I'm a keen traveller, and I'm a nerd with planes and airports.

I say, show me a comparison against other planes that fly out of the airport and frequency of take-offs and landings. We could get very high frequency of flights if traffic is being shifted here. Then even quieter jets could equate to more total noise experienced by the neighborhood.

I am a veteran of the War on Christmas. I am just emerging from a battlefield strewn with dead trees and torn shreds of brightly colored wrapping paper.