The freeways of Southern California, so entangled in the landscape as to almost reach a quality of myth. People place their lives in these concrete-and-metal hands on daily commutes, jaunts, trips to the beach where they lie in the sand and bitch about nothing.
I had my favorites: 15 South,
163 South, 52 West to Ardath Road where the path carried drivers toward La
Jolla and Prospect Place. And Prospect Place – well, hell. I don’t need to
explain that to you.
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