My encounter with the old Pacific Electric right of way on Parthenia put me in a railway frame of mind this weekend as I was walking down by the river.
Much of the Arts District sits atop a half-submerged grid of spurs to abandoned freight lines from the industrial era.
Before they were converted to lifestyle porn or subject to historic preservation, the James Hill Pickle Works, the Packard Building, Barker Bros., Edison, Nabisco, all had quotidian purposes. The rail lines snaked right up to the loading bays.
Then, the world east of Alameda was wholesale. Now it’s where you sample handcrafted gin made from tangerines.
Today all you see here below is retail. There is a ten-story parking lot in place of the switching yard.
Only a generation ago, it was a perfect backdrop for a hard-boiled action film set piece. If you’re familiar with the area today, this chase scene is a remarkable piece of unintentional found footage around Santa Fe and Mateo Streets when it was dirty, men were sweaty and everybody smoked.
There weren’t no murals then. No rescue dogs either. We soft now. About some things. When it comes to our American Civil War, the Sequel, we are pitiless with one another.