In August, 1971, a friend and I drove from Santa Cruz (then a nice quiet place) down the coast and wanted to visit L.A. Once on the the freeway, at about 75 miles an hour, we couldn’t see the off-ramp sign to LA due to the smog.
We said, “Screw it” and headed for Nevada, where the air was clean and Harry Reid hadn’t raped it yet.
Is the Pantry still open on 10th and Broadway? Great place
to eat when you’re a hungry USC student.