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This was my LA; beach, palm trees, airplanes, LAX. The airport functioned as the southern border of the city, as far as tourists and “the industry” were concerned, and it functioned as the northern border to our beach suburbs. As a kid, me and my friends pretty much lived at the beach, either in the water, on the sand, or on the bike path. All of our dads worked in construction or aerospace or at the airport. If the Santa Ana winds were blowing hard, they’d reverse the flight paths, brush fires would break out, and the smog would form a low-hanging brown cloud a few miles offshore. I have colorblindness between certain shades on the color wheel, rendering invisible some subtleties of our ...View all