A Beach between the Airport and an Oil Refinery

Memo to the city of Manhattan Beach: you may have little close-together houses and narrow streets, not to mention inhabitants who drink a lot of wine, but you are not in Europe. You are still supposed to have sensible street signs, even in your residential areas slightly too far from the ocean.

Sometimes it’s good to go driving on a Saturday night. It reminds me of why I don’t want to get left behind in L.A. while some other part of me runs off to live in a little Swedish cottage painted red.

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