I have a post card somewhere (do people still do postcards?) that was from an odd place that did “neon” colored cards with quirky sayings on them… so I bought it..
“It really is a simple choice: Life, Death, or L.A.”
That spoke to me. A Lot.
My Dad had a Best Friend who lived in Anaheim. They were “War Buddys” from W.W.II. (“When we finally had the sense to start numbering them”… stolen from someone who’s name I’ve lost..)
I first went to L.A. at about 3? years old. It was before I learned that you are supposed to attribute everything with a time, a date, a person, etc. etc. I slept in the recliner chair (hey, what do you expect a 3 year old to remember?) in their living room. Boyd was the last name… I’ll try to pull up the first names… oh, Winnie was the wife…. later… Jim? Jimmy? Hey it’s been about 60 years now ….
So I clearly remember topping the Grapevine when it was a two lanes one each way road, and we were in a new ’56 Chevy sedan (blue and white), and looking out over the L.A. Basin as a sea of smog… then we descended into it…
In Anaheim we stayed with The Boyd’s. (Spelled right?? You expect the memory of a 3 year old to do spelling?) For a few days, and went to the (then) brand new Disney Land. I liked it a lot. Still remember learning that “E Ticket” meant something… and also we went to Knott’s Berry Farm, that was not as exciting but was still good, then. (Not into the roller coaster thing as now, then). Very Good Fried Chicken! that we waited a long time to get, but the best fried chicken I’ve ever had, including my own…
So at about 3 years old, I started to have ideas about L.A.
My Son went there for University (well, really U.C. Riverside… but…) and I think it changed him, too.
So now I am “bi coastal”. Split between two shores. 1/2 California. 1/2 Florida. Half Anglo, and half Hispanic in culture (for a long historical list of reasons…)
And this song speaks to me, too:
So what’s your choice?
Life, Death, or Los Angeles?