My wife and I took a road trip through the NW in '92 and we swung by Cd'A so I could show her where I lived (and the former four-room red brick Roosevelt Elementary School nearby that had been turned into a law office). I saw that the side door on the house was open and screened so I knocked on the door to introduce myself as the source of all the bb dimples in the posts and columns in the basement, but nobody came to the door.
The visit made me sad and really put me in a funk. The town seemed to have become a haven for well-off retired LA cops and the like, served at minimum wage by local young people trying to struggle through, no doubt dreaming of getting out of that hole one day. It's a beautiful place, but I don't think I'll ever have a reason to revisit it.
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