We who live in the sprawling exurbs east of Los Angeles tend to think of El-Lay as a smog-covered megalopolis ruled by space aliens, with some interesting tourist attractions. Sometimes we have to go there for things. When that happens, we pack coolers, snacks, and our favorite CDs, and prepare to sit in traffic for hours. We see El-Lay’s car chases, shootings, and street demonstrations on TV, and think, from the fastness of our peaceful hinterland: “Man, I’m glad I don’t live there.” If we’re ever sentenced to go through the domestic terminal at LAX, we haul out the old body armor and make sure our combat-vehicle quals are up to date. [...] Read the rest »
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