Sunday, July 25, 2010

Walkin' in L.A.

One thing's for sure, he isn't starring in the movies.
'Cause he's walkin' in L.A.
Walkin' in L.A., nobody walks in L.A.
(Missing Persons)

Life lived outside the box and outside the car gives you a different perspective, a closer view and proximity to people. I love living car-free in Los Angeles. I wonder about the 20-something girl with sad eyes who laughs at her son's stories. About the man at the back of the bus, his head buried in his arm, leaning against the window, wailing and sobbing into his cell, unintelligible through his tears and language. The giggly 3 year old girl trying to turn the attention of the teenaged kid from his phone.

The driver who stops in the middle of the road to ask the wobbly woman, who looks drunk? off her meds? if she needs help. She waits til the woman makes it safely to the sidewalk before driving on. The driver who drops us at Book Soup, and circling back on his route a half hour later, honks to see if we need a ride back down the hill. It makes L.A. seems a little smaller, a little less of a sprawl, a little more a community.

We’re caffeinated by rain inside concrete underpasses,
rolling along treetops, Chinese elms, palm trees, California peppers.
(from "We're Caffeinated by Rain," ~ Sesshu Foster)

1 comment:

paul thomas said...

I've always liked that Missing Persons song...