October 9, the day we arrive in Los Angeles. Connecticut transplants. Fugitives from cold winters and lack of work. Mom, Dad, older sister and I, 16 years old. A new life in the ultimate dreamland.
stepping off the traina Santa Anna blows
Surprises and changes every day. The hot autumn, not the cool, brisk, vivid season of the northeast; eye smarting smog, the sky a dull beige, not the clean, fresh blue we knew; tacos, chili and burritos, not fish and chips or ham with baked beans; bungalows, haciendas and mission churches, not colonial, Georgian and gothic cathedrals.
cheering to win
new school colors
Gean, June 2010