A few weeks ago I visited Los Angeles from London. I wanted to see my brother’s new house, visit with friends and consider whether it would be possible to move back to the US and settle in LA. So I set up some meetings, approached the task with my usual type-A frenzy and came back thinking more about the strangers I met rather than the friends and family I saw. Specifically, the time I spent with Uber drivers (from wheels down at LAX on a Wednesday afternoon to dinnertime on Friday, 14 trips to be exact). In this sprawling city of villages without a subway to piece it all together decisions to meet up are predicated on where you are located. There can’t be…