He said the khao soi was thin, prompting a rebuttal and subsequent squabble. We learned that one member of our group found the beloved Northern Thai Food Club overrated. The store earned its once-unofficial moniker because of its proximity to music stores, and it has leaned into it in recent years with tacky graphics. We learned about the peculiar rock ‘n’ roll Ralphs, with which most of us were somehow unfamiliar but one of us had frequented. location, the uninitiated received an abridged version of the Zankou Chicken murders. Simpson and Nicole Brown had attended their daughter’s dance recital on June 12, 1994, hours before she was killed.Īs we passed the chain’s original L.A. Later, we walked by Paul Revere Charter Middle School, where O.J. To the north, the Griffith Observatory rose out of the day’s fog to greet us. Ron Hubbard Way, where I anxiously looked out as my mom underwent emergency surgery. We walked by the third-floor window at Kaiser Permanente, across from L. We walked by the Black Cat, where a plaque commemorates its role as the site of a 1967 LGBTQ civil rights demonstration. We walked by the erstwhile locations of old stamping grounds Sunset Beer Co. We remembered what we love about our city and what we don’t. Walking the entire boulevard reminded us all of personal experiences we had long forgotten, memories we will never forget and history we had only read about. But in that time, I’ve become acquainted with Sunset by car, and now also by foot. Millions of Angelenos, including one of my companions on this expedition, have me beat by decades. This August will mark 15 years since I moved here for college from my hometown of Santa Clarita. As we glimpsed pocket after pocket of our vast metropolis, the iconic street supplied us with unrelenting reminders of our lives here. We walked through 10 Los Angeles neighborhoods and two more cities, and we came a crosswalk away from a couple of others. We walked from the shadow of the 110 Freeway to the shadow of a lifeguard tower. Our legs spent but our spirits strengthened, three friends and I wordlessly plodded the final steps of the undulating journey we began 10 hours earlier. All that stood between us and the completion of our 25-mile odyssey across Sunset Boulevard was one last crosswalk.Īfter an interminable wait, the signal at the intersection of Sunset and the Pacific Coast Highway finally flashed green.
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