Tuesday, September 26, 2017


We live in the west side, a (supposedly) very safe part of Los Angeles.  Several years ago I was in the mall at the corner of Pico & Westwood, shopping at the May Company.  As I was exiting the store to go into the main mall I heard an odd noise.  It was like pop, pop, pop, pop; very close together.  Then lights started to go on & off.  I was confused & had an uncomfortable feeling, so I went back into the store.  I soon found out what was happening.  Some gang members had come across members of a rival gang in the mall & started shooting at them.  What I heard had been gunshots!!  I had never before (or since) heard of gangs or gang colors in this neighborhood.

Are any of you old enough to remember the Watts Riots in 1965?  They burned up to around Wilshire & La Cienega, less than four miles from our house.  Those are the only times I've ever been frightened living here, except for our neighbor, Bill.  I told you about him, here.

Enough of this.  I need some happy stuff:

This was a happy time for my son & his ex-wife:

And I've had lots of happy times in my life!!
(See tomorrow's post)