“Even better! And a much more colorful solution.”
As a youth in the 1960’s I always looked forward to visiting relatives who lived in Los Angeles. Yeah, it was smoggy, but it was a nice place to visit. We even considered moving there for a job change in the 1970’s and we are sure as hell we saw the handwriting on the wall and stayed in NorCal. Because now, I wouldn’t venture into most of the LA Basin, as it has become this state’s answer to Mexico City. It is a sewer, and given a little more time the caudillos will invade Hollywood and the rest of the areas where the “celebrities” live, and they will be lucky if they get out alive. Hopefully, they won’t.
My daughter just moved down there a few months ago from Seattle. She moved to Studio City. I don’t know how long it will last though.
I lived in Aneheim in 1963. We lived right across the freeway from Disneyland. I could see the materhorn from my bedroom window. Across the street from my grade school was a large orange orchard. I went back about ten years ago. The orange orchard is now an industrial park that looks like it has been there since the dawn of time.
I also lived in Vallejo in 1963-64. It wasn’t a bad place back then. Not too bad. There was a big water channel behind our house. It’s now concrete but back then it was dirt. Lots of tadpoles.
Anyway, a few houses down was a food bridge across it to the black neighborhood on the other side of the ditch. Our side looked like “Leave it to Beaver”. the other side was the exact same house designs on the same sized lots, but there were no lawns. just bare dirt. The hollow core front doors of many of the homes had holes kicked in them, and I saw a little girl one day riding her bike on the rims. No tires at all.
Both neighborhoods went to the same school. I was the roughest school I ever attended. There was a fight pretty much every day after school. It was always black on black.
My father’s side of the family are all still in Napa. When I visited the area about 12 years ago, I noticed that Vallejo and Napa had gone, culturally, in opposite directions. One is now very upscale while the other is a pit.
Ever watch all the children pour into the streets right after dark to ply their ‘trade’ all night? It is heartbreaking. One giant cesspool for rich pedophiles.