The longer I take calls and reservations from SoCal, the happier I am that I had lengthy visits to California when I was a kid in the 1970’s.
My parents nearly shipped me there to live with grandparents to take advantage of the outstanding schools in those days, but couldn’t pull the trigger.
My grandparents wouldn’t recognize their beautiful Northridge these days. There isn’t an inch of that place that isn’t El Norte right now, even in the valley.
A couple of years ago, on our way back to the Bay Area from the Long Beach Grand Prix with a friend who was a retired LAPD cop, we stopped in The Valley to get a burger at a place he knew about from his days as a cop. When we exited our car, he remarked that he wished that he had his gun with him.
It was a beautiful state in the 70s and 80s. My brother who just retired back to NY state lived in a beautiful section of Encino. I guess there are still some nice places.
I left San Jose in 1973.