On the Way to Westwood - Gentrification

We had some problemas one after the other yesterday. Too much stuff.
On the way to UCLA-Westwood Hospital, already running late, we got two flat tires. One was really flat; the other had a nail in it. The cardiologist kindly waited for us. She had impecable mannners.
We had in common Johns Hopkins. I am a CTY scholar, class of 1999. That seems to have gone too, the CTY.  Dr. Michelle  studied at JHU. I am ready for whatever comes to me on Monday morning, PST.

On the way back, calmer, I asked Nicolas where Rhino Records was. We got further and further away from the village. The store we discovered when students at USC is gone. It's on line, though. However, it was a Rhino's decrepit store, peopled by rude vendors,where Nirvana played way back then. Rhino Records had the charm of old libraries, such as USC's Doheny stacks, where one could feel he'd be in the Alien spacecraft. Check out the video, it's the whole show at Rhino's.

Going down Santa Monica Boulevard, I could notice how many older business are goners. There is a lot of construction I hadn't seen before. Traffic jam time starts at four p.m.  What I don't  like about the gentrification process is how all city spaces become alike, with designer label boutiques, chain restaurants, fake-Mexican, fake-southern, just what used to be said about Los Angeles -- The Plastic City. When Nicolas and I went to San Francisco, for a convention, the Union Square area looked just like Beverly Hills. What a drag.

C'est la vie, that's life, click for Aretha and Franky Valli, 1967, we must move on or die! Nite-nite. How about eating French? No pun intended.  

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