Morning In The City

Westwood, the home of UCLA, the National Cemetery, The Hammer Museum, the place I used to visit my parents for weekends and summers.
Westwood, where I was at 6:20 this morning for a 7:00am MRI of my spine.
We are trying to figure out why I spent two weeks unable to walk.
I can't stand MRI's as most of us can't. This close to one hour scan would have been awful if I'd gone to a closer scanner. I drove the 405 at just before rush hour, but it's not that far, so I could use an open machine. There was even a mirror that allowed me watch the people and cars going by on Wilshire Blvd.
Until I fell asleep.