Thursday, November 5, 2015
DAYLIGHT. SAVINGS. TIME.
It's that time of the year when my daily walk, often around 5 or 6 p.m., turns nocturnal.
I'm back for the month in Angelino Heights, an historic section of L.A. just east of downtown.
Traffic rushes by on the 101 just south but up here on the hill, the big old Victorians and four-plexes are quiet in the late dusk.
I went to the Twin Towers jail last night with some others to talk to the addict/alcoholic inmates.
My search for a more permanent home continues. But as each night falls, wonder of wonders, I am fine.