On my way down Santa Monica Blvd early this morning: this particular corner is probably not long for this world. I was so struck today by how much the stretch of Santa Monica - between Western and, say La Brea - has changed over the last twenty years that I've been traveling down it - fourteen of them actually living here. Gone, or going, are so many of the little, largely Latino shopping malls and the anonymous small warehouses, and shabby two-floor apartment blocks, and in their stead many, many anonymous, boxy, white and grey four-storey apartment complexes, with doubtless barely-affordable rents.
Down Santa Monica, en route to the dentist, that was - three and a half hours of very painful surgery. It's clearly a week in which I'm trying to fit in various things that require needles stuck in me, and I'm not enjoying it ...
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