My Least Favorite Street to Drive in L.A.
Third Avenue starting East at Fairfax
Remember the Farmer's Market? A sleepy collection of open stalls, tent coverings, and food stands from the 1940's? Between sleepy Pan Pacific Park and sleepy Park La Brea (Metropolitan Life Housing Development)? An 1830's abode built by Antonio Jose Rocha lay in back?
Gone. Well not really, only it's been engulfed by this monster retail development called the Grove. And I hate it. I hate non street oriented retail, and the studio high walls along Third Avenue make me seethe.
Driving? Don't. Who did the traffic studies? Walking? Don't. You'll be asphyxiated by idling exhaust.
I have fantasies of skipping over lanes, in a boosted Navigator (maybe two wrongs can make a right), slamming into the fortress-like facade, invoking a rain of plaster dust and high end gift bags.
No one gets hurt, fundamentalists get blamed.
Remember the Farmer's Market? A sleepy collection of open stalls, tent coverings, and food stands from the 1940's? Between sleepy Pan Pacific Park and sleepy Park La Brea (Metropolitan Life Housing Development)? An 1830's abode built by Antonio Jose Rocha lay in back?
Gone. Well not really, only it's been engulfed by this monster retail development called the Grove. And I hate it. I hate non street oriented retail, and the studio high walls along Third Avenue make me seethe.
Driving? Don't. Who did the traffic studies? Walking? Don't. You'll be asphyxiated by idling exhaust.
I have fantasies of skipping over lanes, in a boosted Navigator (maybe two wrongs can make a right), slamming into the fortress-like facade, invoking a rain of plaster dust and high end gift bags.
No one gets hurt, fundamentalists get blamed.
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