She’s taking her Punter’s Club mug, ring tone laugh and Indiana niceness with her. Also, the red hair, the maxi dresses and her peripatetic, public book-reading way. The full Amy.
That’s not fair. She’s going for the right reason. Love, the only permissible rationale for abandoning our beloved working class brigadoon of Van Nuys. In five years we will be Highland Park, and everyone in this photo will be regaling the newcomers with anecdotes, but for now the Nuys is still so un-cool, it’s actually cool to be here.
And Amy? Enjoying the full measure of happiness she extended to everyone else.