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There are greasy spoons, and then there was The Oil Can.
I went the other day to the Autry National Center in Griffith Park with a group of about 18 college students from Japan. They went to the Autry to look for the West
Guess which wins in the contest for public space: aesthetic interest, comfort, or fear?
The right photograph takes you back, and whisks you forward and places you firmly in the present. Time travel exists.
Not only are most Americans mostly okay with where they call home, they generally think that their place has stayed pretty much the same.
With good reason, nature appears to be available everywhere in Los Angeles. Who needs to set aside a park in Eden?