cinedude (shhh!) features a piece on Harmony Lane, a trailer court in my old neighborhood (nostalgia warning), and an interesting link to photos of it at a site which also has goatloads of other stuff that might be appealing to anyone interested in the more obscure backwater neighborhoods of Los Angeles.
The Sacramento Bee today brought the news that the city has just endured March on record. There were several days when we had rain here and Sacramento didn't, so chances are the same goes for us. It's wet right now, though the rain has quit falling and bits of clear sky have emerged. A while ago, I saw searchlights playing against the clouds, so there must be some sort of event over on the other side of town. A Grand Opening, perhaps! But now I see only the waxing crescent moon periodically peeking from the fluid sky. A few minutes ago, a flock of ducks flew by, squawking like Donald, then a flock of some other migrating birds who made high-pitched cries. The night smells so strongly of fresh grass that it's almost as though the lawn had been freshly mowed. I'm going back out to sniff it for a while.