As the Beatles wrote many years ago:
“There are places I’ll remember,
all my life though some have changed.
Some forever not for better”
I am a native Californian and for that matter I am the rare native Los Angeleno. Thirty-six years of life in Los Angeles. Thirty-six years in which I have been to virtually every corner, nook and cranny of this city. I have explored so many different areas of the city and L.A. County.
In my time I have made my share of derisive comments about other places. I have heaped abuse upon cleveland, Detroit, Buffalo, Blythe and Kalamazoo. I have laughed at the attempts of others to deride my home city, giggled as they attempted to portray the city as being a concrete jungle of plastic shallow people whose narcissim is unmatched by their ignorance.
And I am sure that many of them have taken my comments about their homes and ignored them. That is ok.
I love L.A.
I love the diversity of people. I love the rich tapestry of cultures and lives that are woven into the various communities. I love knowing that I can find amazing ethnic foods, fruit stands and art within moments of each other. When the mood strikes me I love driving out to the beach and listening to the waves crash.
I love being able to drive to the mountains and the desert in the same day. I love being able to visit the snow and leave it. I love the blue skies. I love the hazy days of summer, especially in my beloved Valley.
I love listening to the people on the Westside complain about the Valley heat and laughing at them as they fight for parking spaces.
I love living in a neighborhood with four Kosher bakeries, endless minyanim and three shuls within a short distance. I love knowing that I can do as much learning or as little as I want.
I love hiking in the Santa Monica Mountains and staring at the sea. There are so many things that attract me.
This is a very rough post, but that is ok with me. Just for kicks here are some facts about LA that may or may not tickle your fancy.