Best Boxes


On the west side of Columbus Avenue, between Hamlin and Kittridge, are some six contiguous properties that were subdivided in the 1930s and, until this year, remained largely undeveloped beyond their original single-family homes.

Their combined total square land footage is 156,035 SF with the properties ranging in size from 19,931 SF to 27,783 SF.

The backs of all these properties face the rapidly redeveloping Sepulveda Boulevard corridor with its new white apartment towers looming overhead into the old ranches.

In all the years I’ve lived here (since 2000) Columbus Avenue was a blight, a ragged and torn sleeve on the arm of neatly pressed neighborhood. No sewers, no sidewalks, and helicopters that flew overhead weekly.

There was the drug house, the abandoned house, the house that stored 100 inoperable vehicles in back. There was the foreclosed house, and the house that put up a paved parking lot in its backyard.

There was the vagrant who moved into an empty house and put a moat of 50 trash filled shopping baskets around the property to keep out intruders. There was a completely empty property whose owner was happy to hang on because his taxes were $400 a year and his house with broken windows was worth $500,000+.  

There was another property with a mad dog that sometimes went out and menaced other dogs and people and was kept by undocumented immigrants who ran a nursery and installed artificial grass . That is still going on.

All of these semi-criminal and wholly-criminal activities were reported to law enforcement, and eventually some of them found their way into the court system, but correction, penalty and punishment are often wrist slaps or take many years to enforce.

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Now there is development in earnest. 

It’s 2019 and even Van Nuys deserves to have what Studio City got in 2013, and West Hollywood in 2009.

Mr. Boaz Miodovsky of Ketter Construction is putting up four modern garages with attached houses along 6537. They will have their own private road, Solomon Lane.  

And Mr. Nick Shoshan of Innovation Design and Construction bought 6505 and is demolishing the single-family home there, dating to 1936, and erecting four houses.   They once kept horses here, another neighbor grew walnuts, there were backyard pools, lemon, orange and lime trees. Now this parcel will have four houses and two streets and look west into the back of a seven-story apartment building.

6505 is next to the dead-end street where Hamlin once cut through to Sepulveda before it was walled off, in 1994, and the public way sold to the Kar Fung Company which owns the 99 Ranch Market “Signature Plaza” shopping mall.

Preposterously, 6505 will have to build its own private street because Hamlin Street is no longer available as a public way. It is owned and supposedly maintained by Kar Fung, though they have allowed it to denigrate into a tagged, trashed and overgrown weed lot out of utter neglect and indifference.

The new houses at 6505 will be bookended by two streets, one in their front yards, and one in the backyards.  The owner, Kar Fung Company, for reasons only known to God herself, has never wanted to sell their section of Hamlin Street to anyone.

Incidentally, Kar Fung Company is run by Angela Chen Sabella, who is the daughter of “Chen Din-hwa (simplified Chinese: 陈廷骅; traditional Chinese: 陳廷驊; pinyin: Chén Tínghuá; 1923 – 17 June 2012). He was a Hong Kong industrial tycoon, billionaire and philanthropist. He was known as the “King of Cotton Yarn” in Hong Kong.[2]”. When he died he had a fortune of over $2.6 billion dollars.  Which may explain why money to paint the shopping center or repair the 1994 cyclone fence on Columbus is quite impossible to come by. 

In Van Nuys, the vast majority lives close to ruination, but absentee slumlords who live in Bel Air, Beverly Hills and Hong Kong squeeze out money from a community starving for investment and civic decency.  What could $50 million from Kar Fung could do to alleviate the homeless blight in Van Nuys? 

To imagine what could be done with proper architectural designs over the totality of Columbus Avenue with its 156,035 SF is to entertain dreams of parks, of gardens, of towering oak trees, fountains and benches surrounded by nice homes. The way they might have built in South Pasadena in 1910.

But instead, it will go the low-brow, ugly way, the only path that ever gets paved in Van Nuys, with cheapish houses along asphalt driveways, stuck along Columbus Avenue like a pocket comb. These boxes will be so compressed, and so tightly sited, that there will be no room for shade trees. And overlooking every private property will be hundreds of prying eyes from new apartment dwellers.

Parking for cars will be provided in the two car garages in each home, but if you have lived in Los Angeles long enough you know that 90% of all cars are never parked in garages. On my street, me and my partner are the only residents who use their garage for auto storage.  It will transpire that each new home will have four drivers, and a garage full of belongings, and guess where the vehicles will sleep every night?

If this were a well-run city of neatness, law, order, and regulations (which it is not) then new housing would be a great blessing. But as it drops around here I know the future.

The new residents will probably include renters, perhaps four or five unrelated adults sharing a home, paying $1500 each so that the owner can pay off their $5,000 a month mortgage on their $900,000 house.   And these private lanes will have gated entrances, understandably, because it takes two hours for LAPD to respond to anything other than murder.

I don’t have all the answers, I’m merely describing reality as I see it in front of me.

We desperately need new housing in Los Angeles, but does it all have to come forth like this?  Aesthetically dismal, organizationally atrocious, environmentally destructive.

The Holdouts.




Not far from my house in Van Nuys, there is an unimproved street without gutters or sewers, where the blacktop was probably laid down 80 years ago, past large parcels where grew walnuts, oranges and figs.

On Columbus Avenue, there are perhaps five properties of 20-30,000 square feet each. Most of the houses are rented, ramshackle places with overgrown weeds, dry grasses, cyclone fences, trucks parked on the meridian, and slanted roof cottages housing lawful people and unindicted felons who hide behind tall lumber and cinder block and eek out a living as gardeners, actors, piano tuners and truckers.

Up until the last wave of prosperity crashed into itself, speculators had bought up some of these places, intending to tear them down and stack together stucco developments.

Some of these places, which nobody can sell, might be worth $300,000. But a few years ago they were asking $700,000 and now the owners are defaulting and trying to unload their gambles.

I rode my bike last week and passed a man who I see once a year at my neighbor’s Christmas party and he invited me into his compound where I met dozens of cats, picked figs off the trees, and walked into a Depression Era scene that might have come out of Bonnie and Clyde.

While we talked, another man, a younger man, carrying a Canon DSLR, walked up the very long driveway, and joined us. He was a location scout interested in photographing the place.

There is a lot of filming in our area. A show called “Workaholics” is shooting here now, on a street where many people are jobless but where some young post-collegiate comedians posted a Youtube video and sold a show to Comedy Central.

One might drive past the Workaholics House and see a horse and carriage, or a rowboat tacked up on the roof, and on other occasions I may have seen an elephant hosing down a car, and some old lady with a broom chasing straw hatted kids on skateboards.

Every other week, dozens of trucks and hundreds of crew- members come here, and film a fiction about life in Van Nuys, using our real world as a cheap and ironic backdrop for the callow humorlessness of modern hip Hollywood.

My idea of funny is still “The Dick Van Dyke Show” or “All in the Family” just as my idea of a film is “The Best Years of Our Lives” and my favorite singer is Frank Sinatra and I don’t think any house built after 1945 is attractive.

So I live in the past and I run from the present and wander through this city with a camera and a laptop computer. And hope that someone will anoint me with gold dust.

And escapism, and the ability to dream and imagine, and produce and prosper, that is only for a lucky few in Van Nuys.

The rest are holdouts, living in rented places, or hanging onto places they own but will never own and may lose before they die.