Brief love letter

It took 27 years but I finally ventured west of the Missouri River.  I wandered Los Angeles for three sun-soaked days and the city surpassed all expectations--which were very high to begin with.  I didn't notice the smog and the legendary traffic jams were no worse than Chicago's.  The endless streetscapes didn't feel like mundane suburbia either, but rather long, quickly changing and strangely unique avenues.  There was a comforting feeling to be in the city of Mulholland Drive, Chinatown, Boogie Nights and so on. The best places are always the places you feel a strong connection to its past, even when you've never been there.  On a tour through Universal studios (yes, I know), you get an unbelievable glimpse of the valley with mountains encircling the city as far as the eye can see.  The grass is as green as any cartoon and it all reminded me of when the young woman on the left called it some sort of "dream place."  The whole time I could not (and still cannot) forget maestro Lynch's words I cited from just a few days ago: It fills me with the feeling that all possibilities are available. 

Comments

[Steve Smith]

That's gorgeous, Bryant -- glad The Standing Room pointed this out. And although the details are very different, the passion of what you're saying reminds me of precisely the way I felt when I emerged from the New York City subway as a first-time visitor more than 20 years ago. (I moved to New York just about five years later, and haven't regretted more than a moment or two.)