Ah, nostalgia. I liked your end (western) of the Boulevard, fading into residential - but also further east, with the Sunday Ivar Ave farmers' market. On quiet Sunday mornings, I could see the shadow of Hollywood in its heyday if I squinted just right.
Damn. The 1980s never really die, do they?
Reality is weirder than we can imagine.
Well, it’s definitely weirder than I can manage.
Ah, nostalgia. I liked your end (western) of the Boulevard, fading into residential - but also further east, with the Sunday Ivar Ave farmers' market. On quiet Sunday mornings, I could see the shadow of Hollywood in its heyday if I squinted just right.
You realize I read the headline in the voice of Samuel L Jackson, right?
Yes! Then it’s working as designed.