I live in NorCal, but go to SoCal for biz every few months.
So one day I drive up Crenshaw all the way to Silver Lake from Hawthorne.
Drive down memory lane. GrandPa bought a big house at Crenshaw and Olympic back in '48. Just wanted to check it out, and end up in Silver Lake where he ended up and where other rels live now.
It was unbelievable. Like being in a weird mixture of the Congo and Mexico City.
At Crenshaw and Slauson, I felt like I was in downtown Mexico City. And I've been in downtown Mexico City, it's actually nicer.
Lotta signs in English. Almost looks normal but...the people aren't speaking that. Almost impossible to divine what they are speaking..and when they look at you...it's like "whatchoo doin' here, Greengo?"
I know you know.
I remember that street when I was a kid, going with my Grandfather to the Brown Derby downtown in the 60's. Nice area, normal people...even people in suits and ties.
Dragnet land. Sgt Friday was in the patrol car next to us.
Now? Now?
It's Pancho and the Gang...sharpening their knives for a little white meat.
” I remember that street when I was a kid, going with my Grandfather to the Brown Derby downtown in the 60’s. Nice area, normal people...even people in suits and ties. “
I moved to Los Angeles in 1976. Still a great place to live.
When I left in 2006, a large portion of Los Angeles had degenerated into a 3rd world hell hole. Most of America has yet to be badly affected by the invasion, so they aren’t paying attention. They WILL.....oh yeah, they will.