Border Crossing.


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In North Hills, at Plummer, west of Sepulveda, the old and new San Fernando Valley sit side-by-side, stretched out on hot flat roads baking in sun.

North of Plummer, along asphalt and stone paved Orion Avenue, remnants of large properties sit in dry decay, pits of impoverished ranches behind dumps of rusted old cars, tarp covered boats, obese RVs, piles of wood, barking dogs, torn up sofas and iron gates. Un-watered and un-loved, once young and lush, now mangled and vandalized, blocks of withering draught, many acres of empty ruin, sit neglected and forgotten beside the roaring 405.

Rural delivery mailboxes, elderly Aloe Vera clumped and planted along the road, sawed stumps of logs, green Valley Oaks on yellow grasses, tall and proud wooden utility poles, cyclone fences; the San Fernando Valley of 1945 awaits its final pronouncement of death on this stretch of Orion.

9000 Orion Ave

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And then there is a border crossing at Plummer.

South of here, the streets are crowded, full of cars, pick-ups, street food, apartments, children, fat women in black spandex, tagged walls. The hum of traffic and the sound of Spanish, the ringing bells of ice cream on wheels, the smoke and smells of taco trucks, the improvised milk crates set up al fresco in a church parking lot for cheap and exhausted dining, the young fathers and mothers pushing strollers and herding children along, the food signs for pollo, jarritos, sodas, asada; in the churches, on the faces, behind the apartment doors: the presence of Jesus in every corner. Selling food, fixing cars, repairing tires: industrious, solicitous, hard-working people find a way to earn a dollar in myriad ways.

A poor barrio of exiles pushes its agonies and joys along, making new babies, holding onto life in the dust and noise, a small vital, gritty corner of the San Fernando Valley, feared and despised, loved and appreciated, rejected and courted, here for good.

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Azteca Tires

On Rayen St.

Dysfunction Junction. (VNCC)


The board members, at least eight of them, gathered last night at the Marvin Braude Center in Van Nuys, as they do every month.

I sat in the audience wearing my J Crew crew neck sweater, corduroy trousers and Nike shoes. I had washed my face and brushed my teeth. Groomed, I felt oddly out of place.

There were about 30 people attending. They were dressed in what passes for public attire. They wore enormous stained sweatpants, big potato sack dresses, oversized t-shirts, and shorts. The suited men wore jackets and trousers woven from fibers last seen on government workers in 1986 Chernobyl: radioactive and polyestered, cheap, throwaway, bent, deformed and ugly.

The sartorial costumes emulated the discourse.

The mood was ugly. Fingers were pointed, insults traded, accusations leveled.

People were angry, people were upset, people were owed money.

On the left side of the board, a pint sized new treasurer. She is attempting to balance books which have not been attended to in a year. She inherited reports that are an unholy mess of hidden and unscrupulous monies. And she tried to speak. She told of her own hours spent making sense of it. She spoke of trips to the storage facility to retrieve documents, trips denounced by other board members as unlawful since she was alone.

Public comment included an elderly woman, double-chinned and triple-infuriated, who pointed her fat fingers at one of the board members who had treated her unfairly. The situation had something to do with the LAPD. Her male companion yelled out and was told to raise his hand.

And a young representative from former Councilman Tony Cardenas came to say good-bye. His big assed boss, who left Van Nuys as he found it, dirty, decrepit and disrespected, was on his way to Congress. That’s where the gifts are bigger and the salaries larger. The rep was told by one board member (in so many words) that Mr. Cardenas sucked and that he treated Van Nuys like garbage.

Another board member, black and female, had spoken at the dais and told of the unholy alliances, secret wars, and other mischief going on in the Van Nuys Community Council. Like a prophet from the Bible, she spoke of the wrath of government and consequences to be paid for misdeeds.

And when the treasurer spoke again, politely, contritely, apologetically and sincerely , she was jumped on by other board members who told her that she was neglecting her duties, duties she has only held for a month or two. This included forgetting to a pay a vendor who drove 100 miles from Hemet to collect $300 dollars.

On the right side of the board, one older gentleman was welcomed back, to resume his duties which he has done before. And will, presumably, do all over again, because his first venture was so transforming for Van Nuys.

Another public commenter spoke angrily, decrying the board for not putting printed copies of that night’s agenda out on the table . A few minutes later, he spoke again and called the VNCC President a failure.


 

There were many residents gathered for a presentation by a developer who is turning the Pinecrest School property at Hazeltine and Sherman Way into a massively ugly residential housing project. 180 three-story high townhouse units will be wall-to-wall stacked, assembled and packed into place. There will be no parks, no public gathering place; just many units with garages underneath, shoved into buildable lots. It was another example of Los Angeles as its worst: exploitative, cheap, insensitive, lacking community input.

The hapless construction presenter was set upon by angry neighbors who objected to their quiet residential area besieged by yet more grossness, that seemingly never ending housing product that disfigures modern Los Angeles from the Pacific to Palm Springs.

Back to the board which again decried the lack of funding for Christmas gifts for tots, which is only about a month away. There will be no Christmas in Van Nuys, or as it is called “The Holiday Season”.

Liquor was big on the agenda last night, as it is one of the growth industries in Van Nuys, along with bail bonds, pot clinics and more bail bonds.

One lady, who runs a liquor store on Victory, said her store is under new management. She didn’t say what it was called, or where it was located, but she seemed legitimate and fully in possession of her facilities.

Finally, another cheaply dressed balding attorney,who represents CVS and had formerly represented BP Oil and Exxon (yes, seriously, why would you tell anyone that?) came in front of the board to tell of an exciting new addition to commercial Van Nuys: the addition of a liquor store to the CVS on the corner of Sherman Way and Sepulveda.

The CVS liquor licensing excited one board member who said she had worked for ARCO for fifteen years. She had managed gas stations and knew a thing or two about the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, the LA Sheriff,  and the LAPD. She knew how CVS should train its employees in liquor selling. She said if anyone was found to sell alcohol without proper ID, then that employee, manager, or even the store could lose their license and/or their job.

She spoke with authority.

But her authority derived from nothing, since she possesses, as a Van Nuys Community Council member, no power to penalize violators.

The CVS representative said half a million had been spent on the upgrading and appearance of the Sherman Way store. She said CVS placed a priority on their stores’ appearance. I thought of the urine-soaked, trash-heaped, paint-peeled CVS on the corner of Laurel Canyon and Ventura in swank Studio City, and had a laugh.

At least Van Nuys has nicer CVS stores than Studio City.

Van Nuys Blvd. at Friar, Van Nuys, CA, 1950


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Here is a great old photograph of Van Nuys Blvd at Friar St. in 1950.

In 1950, there was still diagonal parking along the boulevard, an arrangement that helped to create a sense of enclosure and neighborliness.   Some of the signs along the street were Whelan Drugs, Van Nuys Stationery Store and Bill Kemp Sportswear for Men. On the left side of the photo:  a See’s Candies and other small retailers whose facades have been modernized behind flat slabs.

This bustling scene was already on the way out as regional shopping centers, such as Valley Plaza (1951), made their way into the San Fernando Valley and lured customers with lots of parking and giant stores.

While the massive migration of illegal immigration has certainly changed Van Nuys, the post-war decisions of Los Angeles, her government, her people and her power brokers, to widen streets and remove streetcars, to build freeways not trains, and to develop every last square inch of orange grove and meadow, these are the true killers that robbed us of our historic inheritance.

Life was more civilized back then and we can only look back in awe.

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The Empty Spaces.


The Empty Spaces., originally uploaded by Here in Van Nuys.

The Empty Spaces


Large expanses of asphalt and black tar bake in sun day after day. These are the parking lots behind retail stores, many untenanted, forgotten and forlorn on the west side of Halbrent,north of Erwin, east of Sepulveda.

This area is chiefly known for two businesses: The Barn, a six-decade-old, red-sided furniture store and Star Restaurant Equipment & Supply advertised for 12 hours every weekend on KNX-1070 by radio fillibusteress Melinda Lee.

The Barn uses its parking lot to store trucks. But next door to the north, lot after lot is empty.

I came here this morning with a camera, lens cap off, a provocative act in the bracero’s hood. In the shadows, undocumented workers hide behind doorways and look away when I aim my digital weapon at asphalt.  I mean the Mexicans no harm or ill will.

Blithely walking and lightly thinking, daydreaming, I forgot that I have no business here amidst the enormity of emptiness and unproductivity.

I’m looking for a story, for an angle, for a job.

So many are out of work and so much can be done to employ mind and muscle and money.

There is such a wealth and a waste of land in Los Angeles, and America in general. Imagine what Tokyo or Bangkok would do with all these unused acres!

These empty spaces are within a five-minute walk from public transportation, Costco, LA Fitness, CVS and Staples as well as two grammar schools, three banks and an Asian supermarket.

This is a walkable place.

A well-financed visionary could build a low-rise, dense, green, urban farm upon these entombed soils, plant Oak trees, create a little garden with fresh fruits and vegetables, oranges, lemons, and asparagus.

This is a place of potential.

An architect could design some functional and modern attached houses, artfully shading them with native trees.

But for now, the parking lots suffer in silence; waiting for the day that California fires up its economy, wakes up from its long slumber and pushes progress.

Demolition Days.


Across Van Nuys this winter, they are demolishing some large buildings.

Prominent among the big, ugly ones now being hacked away and dumped into large containers, is the former Wickes Warehouse Furniture Store on Sepulveda Blvd. north of Oxnard.

The white, windowless, concrete structure, which housed perhaps the world’s ugliest collection of overstuffed and ungainly furniture, was “going out of business” for many years now. Down to only a few 15-foot leather sectionals, Wickes was doomed. Death came quickly. And the little old lady in Burbank cried for days in her beloved Barcalounger.

Located next to the Busway, on land where Metro once promised to develop housing near the bus, it is near many acres of unused Metro parking, within sight of Wendy’s, Costco, Fatburger and the Chevron oil storage yards. The enormous parcel could be the future sight of a walkable, green, agricultural and urban mass transit project.

But this is not Japan or Switzerland, Dubai or Chile, Italy or France, Canada or Australia, Malaysia or Singapore, India or China.

This is the United States of America. There is nothing we can accomplish if we keep talking and keep electing Congress. We talk big and build small.

To refute other’s grand visions and my own authorial imagination, this promising parcel will face insurmountable hurdles. Those obstacles will include tens of millions of dollars in legal, environmental and political challenges. Surely, it will one day emerge resplendent…..as an asphalt parking lot, perhaps to be rented by Costco for the convenience of its customers.

Chevrolet R.I.P.

On Van Nuys Boulevard at Burbank, near where they have just planted eternally green Astro-Turf, the old Chevrolet dealer building is a carcass of bent metal, piles of stucco, and spongy insulation hanging on steel rafters like just killed sharks on dockside hooks.




This is another prominent corner, where Van Nuys Boulevard becomes Van Nuys, and where the street is eight-lanes wide, full of cars and trucks who out-speed each other. No pedestrian enjoys walking here. The sad people on plastic benches, who wait so many hours a day for the bus, they are watched with pity by those sitting inside their car.

The Piano Store Reborn

And on the NE corner of Van Nuys Boulevard and Burbank, the former piano store, where no shopper shopped and no pianist played, has been emptied and is now under construction to become something that is only one story tall, on a street whose width is five times the height of any building on it.

Retail watchers are anticipating the opening of something small and forgettable!
The excitement of waiting for monotony has whetted the appetite of many a passerby.

What will open here? A yogurt store! A nail salon! Or maybe another uniform store! Nothing with any imagination or ambition would dare show up here or it might suffer the fate of the ¾ empty Smoke City Market down the street.

It is like 1939 again in Van Nuys. The Depression is ending and the ones with money are tearing down, speculating, building and buying at depressed prices, banking on a recovery that will once again make Van Nuys safe for bad cooking and fast cars.