On a walk home from the Heritage Square Gold Line station I noticed once again that green is back in the NorthEastside. Coming down through Highland Park on the line I could see the green all over the hills. The frankly sparse amount of rain we’ve received has let all those empty hills, lots, and cracks in the street come to life. Even with all the environmental degradation life still persists. As my dad once said, “One day the Earth will finally shake us off like a bad case of fleas.” I’m no complete misanthrope, but in the end that doesn’t sound too bad for me. Toda va, todo vuelve.
Having lived most of my life in North East L.A. I have come to find refuge in the hills around here. As a kid I would go up Eastlake Ave in Lincoln Heights and up into the hills to flatop to seekout lizards, snakes, centipedes, and all the other wildlife you see around these parts. Many people say that Los Angeles scarecly has seasons, but I think it is because they do not understand how the seasons present themselves here. Elsewhere you have heavy rains (which we occasionally do have), snow, or extreme cold to show that things are changing.