Gently, gently sprinking down, all weekend…
Filling gutters, thwarting dogs patience….
Made for nice atmospherics, though. A southern California approximation of what the rest of the country knows as seasons.
Giles had his doubts, but eventually he got a chance to do his thing.
A seed, a puff of wind, a mulchy hollow…and there it is…a palm, self-grafting from a tree.
Roe vs. Wade turns 40 today.
Just a frisbee toss from the 101 and the 405…right next door to everything, yet riparian, and nearly unknown…
a village unto itself.
Is this where California is heading? Are we going back to the garden?
After a big blow last week, the last of the leaves are off the deciduous trees. Then this weekend, an unexpected preview of spring with balmy 80-degree afternoons all over the valley. Days like this make it hard to leave California, even when it seems, economically, the only sensible thing to do.
They rode up to Mulholland to take in the sunset. Maybe he said something wrong, or maybe she pushed his hand away, but they quarreled about it. The moment was spoiled, so they stopped talking altogether and she walked away from him. He almost followed her, then reconsidered. Then again, he couldn’t just leave her there. After pacing the lot, he decided to call her.
She let it ring. And ring. And ring. She sat there in her private purple gloaming, then turned the phone off.
What would you call a store with a business model founded on bulk liquor at warehouse prices, discount cigarettes, snack foods in family-sized portions, and an abundance of opiate-based medications? Toss in an aisle or two of wart remover and tampons and we call it CVS pharmacy. Sav-On, Osco, Caremark, all duly devoured, new CVS stores are going up like kudzu all over the Valley. Clean, bright, and always with ample parking. Like Burger King if Burger King was a smack emporium. Considering for a moment the leading causes of sorrow and disease in America…what would God call it?
What do you do when you’re waiting on a bench in front of a strip mall and your bus is late? Put on your headphones and bust a move. Still photos don’t do this lady justice. She could bring it.
This used to be the worst block in the valley, and the locus of the first civil anti-gang injunction in Los Angeles. So bad was its reputation, up to only a few years ago pizza franchises would refuse delivery to any address on Blythe Street, even in a different neighborhood. Now, on a Tuesday afternoon, bikes are left, at least momentarily, unattended.