The Parking Police


Sorry, garage is full at this time.

 

A few years ago, informally, someone named our section of Van Nuys, “Kester Ridge” even though there is no elevation here, only a continuation of the same elevation that runs from Victory to Vanowen and from Kester west to Sepulveda.

But everyone believes and uses the imaginary name, invoking it to conjure up community coherence.

The area is generally well-kept, anchored by grander houses along Hamlin St. that were built in the late 1930s when 18 acres were carved out of walnut groves. Now many of these homes are being carved into concrete ranchettes with car repair in the garage, and backyards denuded of trees and replaced with driveways and black Hummers. But the bucolic air of the recent past still remains if you drive down Hamlin without looking right or left.

To the north are well-maintained, solid ranch houses along such streets as Kittridge, Haynes, Saloma, Lemona, Norwich, Noble and Burnet.

These are tree-lined streets and the people who live here try to keep their homes clean. The average price of a house is somewhere around $800,000, though they rarely go over a million or less than $600,000.

Most houses have security cameras and alarms, and almost every home has been burglarized, but people are vigilant.

 

The recent developments along Sepulveda, the tearing down of old prostitution motels like The Voyager, would seem to foretell something positive, but new, 200 unit apartments, five stories tall, with hundreds of new parking spaces and modern, looming architecture, has instead created unease and worry in this area.

Last night, at Valley Hospital, in the community room, representatives from Councilwoman Nury Martinez’s office and a gentleman who works for the City of Los Angeles government and advises on parking restrictions, spoke about potentially creating permitted parking on our single-family residential streets.

This action would, homeowners hoped, stop the proliferation of cars and other vehicles that are now crowding the curbs, especially on streets closer to apartment buildings.

But in order for the licensed, fee-based system of placards and registration to take place, 75% of all the residents in the area would have to agree that paid parking by permission only was their preference.

That blew the gasket and infuriated attendees. They now understood that 75% of apartment units on Victory, Sepulveda, Vanowen and Kester would have to join in the clean curb party and sign a petition saying they wanted to rent out annual permits to park along formerly free streets. That will never happen.

Apartment dwellers depend on nearby streets to store their cars at night and get to work in the morning. Just like everyone who stays in a house.

There is no way to reason with people in Los Angeles who want unclogged streets, nobody parking on their street, the ability to get downtown in 20 minutes, and enough parking for every trip to the gym, Costco, 99 Ranch Market and Trader Joes.

Explain to them that $4,000 a month rental houses and $3,000 a month apartments will require perhaps four or five adults to split the rent, each with their own car.  The less rentable housing that exists, the less apartments that are built, the more these rents will increase.

Victory Bl. east of Sepulveda, Van Nuys, CA 5/10/18

Why are some people sleeping in tents? Or cars? Or RVs?

Every political and social problem evaded ends up costing us in other ways.

Along Victory Boulevard, west of Sepulveda, as along many other streets, I witness the morning rush hour of single occupancy drivers sitting still as they wait for the light to change at Sepulveda, right in the midst of “Midvale Estates” where there are only single-family houses.  If apartments cause congestion, why is this picket-fenced bastion of Ozzie and Harriet clogged?

As for parking, there are very few people who still park their car inside their garage. The garage is now a storage unit for boxes, belongings, etc. The cars that are once sat inside are now on the driveway, and perhaps the curb.

Sorry, garage is full at this time.

A tiny, white house is rented. And the people who live there have four cars, and none of them are parked inside the home.

There is also conspicuous consumption in this city, a style of showing off cars that means that vehicles are put outside where everyone can see you are making it with your BMW and Mercedes even though you haven’t held a full-time job in three years.

That is repeated all over Los Angeles.

Los Angeles is the second largest city in the United States, yet many who live here cling to the vision that it should function like an efficient, low-density town in the Midwest.

The car should be everywhere, at our disposal every hour of the day, yet it should somehow disappear if it belongs to someone else.

When visionaries present a city of road diets, bike lanes, denser housing near transit lines, that’s when the panic starts.

And we go back to planning our lives around everything for the car. And idle in rage.

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The Snack Pit.


 

Olivia DeHavilland in "The Snake Pit" (1948)
Olivia DeHavilland in “The Snake Pit” (1948)

There were plenty of pizzas and sodas at last night’s meeting of the Van Nuys Neighborhood Council.

Exasperation was the theme of the meeting.

Ten tables long, the Van Nuys Neighborhood Council has now grown, along with waistlines, to encompass twenty people; and the length of the officials with made-up titles now almost pours out onto the sidewalk.

As usual, there were older white women bemoaning the appalling conditions of Van Nuys, including people sleeping on the streets and the poor condition of trash containers on Van Nuys Boulevard, where no humans shop, walk or eat unless they are forced to.

This being Los Angeles, the heartfelt sympathy and emotionality was in evidence for those problems related to the automobile. The situation for one resident was dire. This man lived in a one-car garaged house on a certain street with two hour parking. He had no driveway. His vehicle was being ticketed. Couldn’t someone help him he asked in a ten-minute exchange.

First I cried because I met a man with no eyesight, then I cried because I met a man with no garage….

A woman got up to talk about someone and something that had touched her heart. She was almost in tears, but I had trouble understanding what brought her to the brink.

Another man who runs the “LICK” Committee spoke about by-laws and promised to help the man who lived in the house with the garage on the street with two-hour parking.

An elderly man got up and said it was not right. And a half hour later his wife got up to speak and said it was wrong and should not be tolerated. What it was was anybody’s guess.

Outside the meeting, Van Nuys Boulevard, Heart of Van Nuys, was deserted, its eight lanes of traffic and empty shops somehow not appealing to hipsters, late-night dinners, and romantic couples out for a date.

Despite the utter evident failure of Van Nuys as a civic and commercial entity, the Assemblyman Adrin Nazarian spoke to the gathered on all the issues he was working to solve and his agenda seemed at times to be larger than the Planet Earth.

Transportation funding, cutting tobacco use, gun control legislation, minimum wage increases, climate change action, renewable energy, earned income tax credits, cap and trade issues, green spaces, affordable housing, earthquake warning systems, VA drug prices.

Assemblyman Nazarian checked off an impressive list of issues whose resolution, if that day comes, promises a heavenly San Fernando Valley free of expensive housing where green spaces and reliable public transport shuttle people around to health care; where affordable drugs and professional medical help is there for one and for all, legal and illegal, young and old, vet and non-vet.

Two hours into the meeting, a sour faced group of old men in tan, anxious to present their proposed hundreds of units of housing to the VNNC, had barely any time to talk of the truly huge changes that might be coming to Van Nuys Boulevard.

And the architect with the $20 million apartment and retail project was told to come back next month as time had run out.

I forgot to mention the board members arguing about plastic bags.

Priorities always at the VNNC Snack Pit.

 

 

 

The Local Sweeties and Public Safety.


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Courtesy of a community minded neighbor, we folks gathered tonight in a computer lab inside Casa Loma College on Kester to hear Senior Lead Officer Erica Kirk, Gang Officer DeLeon and a man from the Los Angeles Department of Building Safety speak about property crimes, prostitution and gangs.

The people were mostly older, largely white, and on friendly terms with one another. Before the speakers began, two chatted up about church, “I don’t hear the bells ringing any more!” and on grandchildren, “My granddaughter still works in Woodland Hills for a sod broker!”

Around the building, within spitting distance, ghetto apartments were sprayed with gang signs, prostitutes walked freely, speeding cars plowed through red lights, and old refrigerators and couches were dumped alongside the road.

But inside the room, reassuring voices of authority, festooned with badge and pistol, spoke of laws and arrests, patrols and progress against criminal activity.

Abandoned houses, trashy front yards, barking dogs at 3am, explosions, gunfire, helicopters, stolen cars, discarded marijuana containers, dumping, ubiquitous sex trade, stinky winds that blow sewage smells into the bedroom, none of these facts of life in Van Nuys would soon disappear, but some attendees were damn angry and determined to speak up and put a stop to the madness.

“Why don’t you arrest these prostitutes and ship them up to Nevada where it’s legal!” one man yelled. “They’ve been at it for forty years on Sepulveda.” And I pictured a sad whore, walking in the sun since 1975, wrinkled, abused and hated by local homeowners.

Another new arrival to Orion came with his pretty wife and spoke about his accounting of the used condoms found on streets around his beautiful estate.

“Since August 1st I’ve counted 33 condoms on Blucher, 44 on Langdon, 53 on Peach Avenue and 27 on Blucher!” he announced. My mind, always visual, imagined a sticky, gooey condom near a peach. For his wife, inviting the grandchildren into the front yard while a sex act was going on in front of the roses and white picket fence was quite appalling.


 

Some gentle people seemed innocent as to the fact that they lived amongst violence and anarchy. “The Mexican Mafia? What’s that?” a woman asked.

Another older woman spoke of her son coming home at 3am and passing three young men tagging a stop sign near Valley Presbyterian Hospital. “He stopped his car and rolled down his window and asked them why they were doing that,” she said. Officer DeLeon advised that it was, perhaps suggestible, not to confront three taggers at 3am in Van Nuys.

If Donna Reed and her family were transported to tonight’s meeting they would fit right in. That old time Angeleno, who came of age after WWII, whose life was formed in a sea of childish televised wonderment , made an appearance tonight, as delightful and improbable as Walt Disney meeting the Devil.

The local sweeties who came for this meeting were the nice ones who make up the silent and invisible and powerless backbone of Van Nuys. They cannot compare, in numbers or influence, these citizens, to the 180,000 who are in Van Nuys illegally, and whose presence regularly is spoken of in terms reverential and pandering, as when immigration reform comes up, as if we as a nation are commanded to do something to break the system further and destroy national sovereignty in the name of political correctness.

These people who gathered here tonight are regularly told there is not enough money for law and order, but when I spoke up and asked the crowd if they would pay fifty cents a gallon tax on gasoline to double the size of the (13,000) LAPD and bolster it, nobody raised their hand. “Why don’t you tax cigarettes?” a female cancer patient asked.

There will no doubt be more community meetings in the future, but the prospect for improvement in Van Nuys is dim. Without leadership, even the best intentioned community group, even the best cops on the beat, cannot hope to overcome the nonsensical and insane carnival of crime that dances all around us day and night. IMG_9557 IMG_9552

 

 

The House on Kittridge and Other Matters


Last night, one of our periodic public safety meetings was held at the Columbus Avenue School.

For once, the walking prostitute was not Topic A.

Instead, a sitting house represented the newest threat.

 

14926 Kittridge
14926 Kittridge

Seems 14926 Kittridge, a pleasant and recently remodeled single-family home, west of Kester, was sold to a group (The Village Family Services) that intends to turn it into a residence for young, troubled people.

Nobody in the community was informed. There were no hearings, no forum to stop the project. And now the neighbors were angry.


 

On hand was Councilwoman Nury Martinez’s Asst. Field Deputy, Guillermo Marquez, a pleasant young man in suit and glasses whose unfortunate job involves fielding complaints from every constituent reporting couch dumping, homeless encampments, abandoned houses, illegal sign posting, gang tagging, and now the addition of a troubled youth house in a quiet neighborhood that has enough trouble with troubled adults.

Councilwoman Nury Martinez
Councilwoman Nury Martinez
Assemblymember Adrin Nazarian
Assemblymember Adrin Nazarian

Also on hand was Assemblymember Adrin Nazarian (D-CA) who represents something called “46th district, encompassing the central-southern San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles.”     I never heard of him or knew I lived inside his kingdom, but apparently he is descended from other important Armenian-Americans having worked for Councilman Paul Krekorian.

He represents our district, which includes pushing for the conversion of the Orange Line Busway into the Orange Line Railway. We have a great bus system, with beautiful trees and a beautiful bike path, but it seems it must be turned into a train because not enough cars get hit by buses to make it work.

When I asked him about the wretched condition of the center of the San Fernando Valley, the district of Van Nuys, he was at a loss for words. The redevelopment and revitalization of this lost and neglected downtown does not fall under his power. That belongs to “city leaders” not “state senators”.

This is where I, bad in math, good in geography, become baffled.

Van Nuys is in the state of California. Mr. Nazarian is our state senator.

But only for a section of the San Fernando Valley. Which encompasses Van Nuys.

He is our Assemblymember. He represents a part of the Valley. He is not the mayor, or the councilman, or a representative, nor does he fly to Washington. But apparently he is someone in elected office who works upon our behalf.

Van Nuys Boulevard: Jewel of the San Fernando Valley.
Van Nuys Boulevard: Jewel of the San Fernando Valley.

 


 

Then we heard from one of the best speakers of the night: Senior LAPD Lead Officer Erika Kirk in the Van Nuys Division.

Shiny, smooth, combed dark hair pinned up, about 30, compact and well-spoken, gleaming silver badge and pressed navy uniform, she reviewed all the small bad things going on around us: kids hanging out in cars smoking pot and throwing beer bottles out the window, the empty dark house at 15102 Hamlin owned by Kathy Jo Bauer and a frequent location for crime, a falling down fence at Haynes and Columbus, negligent property owners who tolerate illegal dumping at the Casa Loma College.

Most of these situations have gone on for five or more years. They are intractable and confounding. But she assured us she is working to resolve them.

 


The problems that have afflicted this neighborhood are often flung at the police or elected officials who are asked to “just do something!”

But what can one say, for example, about a continually littered and neglected mini-mall at 14851 Victory, owned by a wealthy Bel Air man, Ori B. Fogel, who cannot even hire someone to sweep the curb in front of his stores?

Until the day comes when the errant slumlord gets a $10,000 fine, or the woman who refuses to clean up her abandoned houses faces $75,000 in criminal negligence, the property criminals will do what they have always done, milking and neglecting while earning money even as the community of Van Nuys suffers.

Is This Your Hood?


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The Kesteridge Neighborhood Page on Facebook is a group of citizens who are actively monitoring issues affecting Van Nuys. We are located in the area between Victory on the south, 405 on the west, Sherman Way north, and Van Nuys Blvd. west.

We regularly post and keep an eye on crime , traffic, properties, as well as prostitution, police patrols, potholes, litter, pets, barking dogs, noise, helicopters, LAPD, etc.

Our group is growing and is kept in regular contact with the LAPD and the Van Nuys Community.

Please consider joining if you care about your community.

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Neighborhood Watch Meeting: Wed. April 11th