Rush hour on Western Avenue just south of Sunset Boulevard in 1906. The same year, Â two miles east on Sunset, construction began on our house. (Photo: Los Angeles Public Library) Armchair LA historians like my native self will always helplessly suffer from the malleable clay that underlies our city’s shifting landscape. That’s what happens when …
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The Beverly Boulevard/1st Street bridge is a bit of an anomaly nowadays, its graceful arc over Glendale Boulevard and 2nd Street seeming like literal and figurative overkill. But from this photo found — you guessed it! — in the LA Public Library digital archive you can see the span once served a more obviously cooperative …
Dipping into the LA Public Library’s digital archives again I came upon this pretty amazing image snapped from atop Hill Street near the Fort Moore Memorial. In the foreground is the intersection of Sunset Boulevard (now Cesar E Chavez Boulevard) and Broadway. And through the haze in the distance you can also see General Hospital …
With the arrival this week of the duplicate pink slip for Susan’s Honda, I was excited to finally deliver it and give it to my daughter Katie yesterday. And we celebrated by taking it first to a carwash and then to get the tank filled up, and then as a bonus she drove us to …
Biked yesterday. Eighteen miles. This bears mentioning not only because it continues to be a rare activity for someone who’s averaged about 10 miles each of these last three months when I used to crank out around 550, but also because of the route I took into Griffith Park up to Mulholland. Haven’t done that …
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Nine years ago today… Here at the Holiday Inn parking lot in Woodland Hills, Calif., on this Tuesday afternoon, Sept. 11, 2001, I am surrounded by all sorts of people: fat, thin, black, white, men, women, young, old. Tattoos stand next to buttondowns who stand next to piercings who stand next to T-shirts who stand …
After a regular bombardment upon my few dear readers with all manner of sunflower posts these last couple months, things stopped rather abruptly more than a week ago in part because the prize of the patch finally fell victim to some ratzafratzin’ arboreal rodent. I closed the book a few days later on this year’s …