The Old West
Thena and I drove to Griffith Park on Thursday night to see the light show. It was kind of an anemic Disneyland ride, but I guess the fact that it's an LA tradition makes it worth it? Actually, what made the trip worth it was seeing three coyotes scampering near the 134 exit and Los Feliz. It's easy to forget that Los Angeles is part of "the West," as in "The Old West"-- or "The Old, Old West" if you get right down to it. I think The Big Lebowski did a great job of conveying the connection between present day LA and the frontier west. Somehow I could sense that the same streets that The Dude drove his old beater down were once dusty paths cut through the wilds of California. Much of this town is entranced by the spell of Hollywood, but if you went back a bit further in the history of this town, you'd find stories of a hardier stock of survivors. Maybe if people identified less with the Samuel Goldwyns and Marilyn Monroes of the past and more with the pioneers of earlier generations, the culture of the town would not be so disposable.