PJ Media's Stephen Kruiser bemoans the sad state of Los Angeles in his Morning Briefing. He notes he once loved the place, which I sort of get.
My father and his family arrived in LA before World War I, so our connection to LA goes back over a century. In the pre-WW II era it must have been sweet. It boomed during the war and immediately after.
I was born there but the family left when I was in the 3rd grade as one of the early freeways was routed through our house in Hollywood. We had a country place 50+ miles NW and moved there.
Golly, doesn't that sound posh? The truth is our "weekend cabin" wasn't much bigger than a two car garage, and consisted of a kitchen, a bath, and an everything room. It sat in an orange orchard and was heated by a potbellied wood stove.
The interior walls were unfinished, meaning you looked at the 2x4s and the exterior siding's tarpaper backing, zero insulation. If it were old it would have been a shack. Three years later we rebuilt it as a real house with bedrooms and a garage.
We left behind relatives in LA and thus returned to visit and shop with some frequency - maybe 4-5 times a year for the next few years. During this time the LA smog was getting horrendous, I remember our eyes stinging when we'd go there.
The elderly relatives were dying off and our visits to LA, by the time I was in high school, were down to maybe 2 per year. The air was filthy but LA was still largely nice. With an antenna we got 3 LA TV channels so we watched their local news.
By the time the other DrC and I - as newly weds - visited the last elderly relative there in a retirement home, LA had become gritty and ugly. Any residual fondness was mostly gone, and that was 50+ years ago.
For several recent decades it has been for us a place to avoid. We'd sometimes cruise out of San Pedro, fly out of LAX, or drive through a corner on our way east, usually on a Sunday morning if possible. It was almost never a destination.