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At Castle Park Sherman Oaks (California), family amusement center with batting cages, arcade games & 3 miniature golf courses. Seen early, before the crowds.
"Stilt Street" is a row of twenty stilt-houses designed by architect Richard Neutra that perch on the steep Sherman Oaks hillside above Beverly Glen Boulevard.
From the archives --2013
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It is quite impressive the detail cameras can capture today. This was a sushi restaurant with fairly low lighting at night and I was quite far from the sushi bar. If you enlarge the photo, you can clearly read KN95 on the chef’s mask, even the model number and year manufactured.
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Landmark tribute to conspicuous consumption, Casa de Cadillac, designed by Randall Duell in 1948, on Ventura Blvd in Sherman Oaks.
Monday afternoon while driving home from work, northbound on I-5 I got hit by a car. Hard.
It was drizzly, the pavement was wet and rush hour was just starting to show its nasty teeth. Through the rear view mirror I could see that the car behind me was driving too fast and since all the cars in front, including mine, had come to a full stop I knew immediately that he was going to hit me, that there was no way he would be able to brake in time.
So I pressed my boot to the brake with all the pressure I could and with both hands on the wheel, hanging tight to dear life I braced for the impact.
As soon as it was over, with extremely shaky hands, I stepped out of the car to see if the other person was okay and to check in what condition the cars where. Then I went back inside my car (it was raining by then and very windy and cold) and reached for my pocketbook. Inside were my phone, my Sidekick3 and Natura Classica.
I walked out again and took multiple photos of both cars, then I asked the culprit to give me his driver's license and follow me to the station--because when you get hit by a car on a highway a few meters away from the I-90 exit in rush hour traffic that is the last place in the world you need to hang around in. I definitely did not want to end in one of those nightmarish stories you see on the evening news, you know the kind.
So he followed me downtown. In the meantime I called Mr. C who is in Alaska for the week, mum, Giselle and let them know what had happened. I parked next to my neighborhood's police station at 8th & Virginia and from there I had an officer call the State Trooper to file the report.
The trooper ticketed the young man (21 yr old driver), I received copy of the report, I hand wrote as much information as I could and the rest I just captured with the cameras--the other driver's evidence of insurance form and again took pictures of all documents, plates and license, etc.
A few minutes later I called my friend Su and since we could both use some company and comfort food we went to Tamarind Tree for dinner.
Yesterday, I woke up with terrible spasms so I had to cancel my work load for the day. I called my doctor and went to see her at 4:30. There are a couple prescriptions that need to be filled, no driving or working until Monday, and a dozen physical and massage therapy sessions to start. My family practice group is in Bellevue and by the time we were done it was 5:30pm. So instead of getting stuck for an hour on 520 I drove to Moghul Palace for dinner.
I believe there is nothing so bad that can't be fixed by a lovely dinner of beautiful naan, curry, mango lassi and rice pudding. ;-)
Then I went home, just in time to catch American Idol with my friend Kris. After the show was over I took the Lorazepam and Gato and I went to bed, falling asleep to disc 2 of Prime Suspect 4.
Dealing with the car can wait.
James Dean loved racing cars and he and his brand-new, $7000 Porsche Spyder convertible were on their way to a race in Salinas, 90 miles south of San Francisco. At 5:45 PM on September 30, 1955, the 24-year-old actor was killed when the Porsche hit a Ford Tudor sedan at an intersection in Cholame, California. The driver of the other car, 23-year-old California Polytechnic State University student Donald Turnupseed, was dazed but mostly uninjured. Dean’s passenger, German Porsche mechanic Rolf Wutherich was badly injured but survived.
Only one of Dean’s movies, “East of Eden,” had been released at the time of his death (“Rebel Without a Cause” and “Giant” opened shortly afterward), but he was already on his way to superstardom – and the crash made him a legend.
[Source: This Day in History at www.history.com/this-day-in-history/james-dean-dies-in-ca...]
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The photo of James Dean with his Porsche was taken at a gas station in Sherman Oaks the afternoon he was killed. It was taken by Jimmy's friend Sanford Roth who was following Jimmy to Salinas in a different car. The gas station on Ventura Blvd. is now a car wash and a flower shop called "A Touch of Romance."