Century City to La Canada
June 14, 2013
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Forty minutes into my three-hour journey across LA, from work in
Century City to Alex's graduation party in La Canada, I stopped at
Cookie Casa on Beverly Blvd to pick up a box of party snacks -- and
a macaroon for the road.
I had an impulse to share with the chatty girl boxing the cookies, tell
her that I was happy to be cruising through an
old familiar neighborhood, one that I used to frequent some ... 30 years
earlier. Then I thought about how that might have sounded to me when
I lived there: someone reminiscing about driving through Beverly Hills
in the early 1950s. Too many years, I figured. It might
frighten her. I paid and thanked her, and continued east.
On Sycamore, I checked in on old 846-3/5. Occupied and the TV on.
"Can I help you," a woman stepping out of a pickup truck demanded.
Probably not, I replied -- honestly, but a little sassy. I told
her that I was just journeying down memory lane, and it turned out she
had moved in not long after we had moved out. I asked her to give my best
to our old landlord, Bill, who surprisingly, lives. One of the studios was
for rent. I sent a pic of the sign to Jen: "Want to start all over?"