My dad grew up in a poor, single-mother family in LA during the Fifties. Every Sunday, the family would walk to church, along roads that were bordered by empty lots (this is before LA became the overdeveloped city it is today) where collard greens often grew wild. My dad and his siblings would leave the […]

I had to fly down to LA for a quick trip this weekend. While waiting for BART to take me to the Oakland Airport, I learned that a fire in the next station meant that no trains could go to or come from the East Bay. So, I walked to the Palace Hotel and was

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