Some Photos I’ve Taken (2009-2019)


Since teaching myself digital photography in 2006, I have taken my camera around Van Nuys and vicinity in search of beautiful light. Here are some selections of images with some commentary. Van Nuys, CAThese serrated steel buildings along Calvert St have always fascinated me. I don't know how old they are, but I always imagined…

Columus Day.


There is new construction fencing and green tarps in front of 6505 Columbus. A building permit has been created for a new single-family house on the one-acre site of the former Rancho Perfecto which I wrote about in 2019.  The idea that the land will be graced with just one single house is ludicrous. Every property in…

West Side of Sepulveda Between Haynes and Lemay, Van Nuys, CA.


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The Pandemic Changed Everything.


Since the pandemic began every single one of my relationships were tested. Some failed, some succeeded, some ended.

Beware of Big Promises: 1963


Community leaders, developers, planners, business people, and boosters are forever promising a brighter day tomorrow. So it was in Van Nuys nearly 60 years ago. The new police station, a striking piece of $5 million dollar architecture, whose inspiration appears to be many vertically positioned Philco televisions, was nearing completion on March 29, 1963. The…

Wrigley McCormick


In a tense time of academic purges and social media bullying, a newly fired, nearly retired professor from Northwestern University is befriended and taken in by a wealthy young benefactor hungry for a father figure and style muse.

Andrew B. Hurvitz: Short Stories

Wrigley McCormick

by Andrew B. Hurvitz

In a tense time of academic purges and social media bullying, a newly fired, nearly retired professor from Northwestern University is befriended and taken in by a wealthy young benefactor hungry for a father figure and style muse.


Note: This story contains a racial term which is considering insulting but is necessary in the telling of this fictional tale. There are also documented historical events which may be painful for some readers.


Sunday, weekend of Labor Day, Professor Steven Goodman walked at dawn down the driveway alongside his small ranch house in West Evanston, IL. He pushed a metal clothes rack, hung with garments, and a “$10” sign, taped on end.

It was the third day of his four-day estate sale.

Items included a cherry wood glass cabinet and six dining room chairs arranged around a Queen Anne table covered in stacked piles of…

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