Last Friday Night Van Nuys was young, joyous and celebratory.
It gathered, under the spire of the Valley Municipal Building, to drink beer, watch live music, eat, and walk amidst motor vehicle works of art.
Police and fire personnel mingled with guests, in a display of civic pride.
The homeless were there too, seemingly taken care of, fed on their benches beside their belongings.
For one night, the pedestrian mall where nobody walks at night, a lost dystopia, was dressed up for a party. And Van Nuys, at its very heart, seemed to regain its footing as a good, decent, well-regarded town.