And it was. Pizza. New York City kind of good. Pizza that's like NYC pizza isn't what you often get in LaLaLand.
We found it in Silver Lake, Elio's Wood Fire Pizza.
So there we were, standing at a parking lot on Sunset Boulevard on a chilly (see your breath kind of chilly) January night. Just like at a New York City deli, we clutched our ticket and waited to hear #49 called out.
But it felt like we were experiencing something uniquely LA. Is there another city that turns out a gem of a pizza from a wood-fire oven in the back of a pick up truck? I savored rubbing elbows with a small crowd of strangers vibrating with anticipation on the sidewalk between a recycling center and a liquor store. It was around 10pm, it got cold, and still, it was a great place to be on a wintery Saturday night. Nothing fancy: cash only, tent, folding tables and chairs, take-out boxes and that's what made it special.
The hot thin and crusty inside made it delicious. Eyeing pies in the wood burning oven, watching how many boxes a customer could stack up in a single order, marveling at the professionalism operating street side. 2020 looks to be worth savoring.
Photos are from Elio's Wood Fire Pizza Instagram posts
January 1 2020
Chatsworth. A trail off of Plummer Park.
Early morning hike happiness.
Sharing nature with the beautiful soul of a dog
is an excellent way to begin the new year.
Actually it’s the day after Christmas. And sugar plums? Nah.
It's his Christmas morning gift that Jimmie dreamed about - an Ahmanson Ranch hike.
It was the best gift: pure joy.
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year.
Take a breath of FRESH AIR: https://tinyurl.com/y33y38mh
March. Back in the day, in my NYC day, by March I was ready to slit my wrists if I had to put on a down jacket again, grab the gloves, sick of those boots, where's the scarf, do I need a hat, etc. etc. etc. My skin
felt pastey-splotchy-white. Gone was my summery blondish-ness. Most days were dark early days, low light, damp cement, jagged sidewalk cracks even darker, buildings stood in daylight shadows. Winter sucked up energy leaving my spirits low and edgy. In SoCal winter doesn't have the same chilling grip. March then and March now are different.
March on the East Coast left me with memories. Memories of longing for the good life that models led.
Tan in winter and so much more.
Bergdorf Goodman. As I flipped through racks of pricey clothing, rounded rounders of designer temptations, a tall, slender body dusted in something Calvin Klein gold & lacey glided by. Barefoot,
guided by a Bergdorf staff person. My pale self, swaddled in a down jacket, couldn't help but gaze at
this being from a parallel world searching for somethings-lovely. Oh to be a Cindy Crawford ...
Wynn Handman's class. A room full of earnest, talented acting students, winter-white. And one
delicately tanned model, Denise Flamino. No supermodel bronzed by shoots in the Carribbean, she
spent time sunning at her sister's place in California. Sounded good to me.
Nancy Donohue. There she was, walking between two other models. Coming down the street,
my street, 21st. Who didn't know who Nancy was? I envied her easy laugh and the soft glow she
sported. I imagined having her life - I'd be smiling too.
Grape hyacinths. Years and years have passed and now in March I have oranges in the backyard,
and grape hyacinths in the front. From the moment I saw the tiny spires of purple flowerettes, decades
ago, I was a fan. Elegant, less common than daffodils and iris. And there was Renata in Long Beach.
The German neighbor of old friend Jane Gill who also had a high regard for grape hyacinths. Renata
planted them in a long strip along the property line. Tiny, bell-shaped jewels delicately decorating the driveway's edge. And now I have my own circle of purple grape-like clusters breaking through earth.
And a tan is no longer what I long for, but I can get it if I want:-)
Beautiful news this week, with a new law backed by the City Council, Los Angeles will become the biggest city in the United States to ban the sale of animal fur. According to the Los Angeles Times:
"The new ordinance, which will go into effect in 2021, makes it illegal to sell, manufacture or trade furs or fur clothing and accessories such as coats, handbags and key chains in L.A. city limits. The ban includes a number of exemptions: Used furs can still be sold at secondhand shops. People can still sell or trade the pelts of dead animals preserved through taxidermy. And the city will not prohibit fur produced from animals taken lawfully under a trapping license."
Doing the moral thing is always the right thing to do and yet this ban has been a long time coming. West Hollywood was declared a "Cruelty Free Zone For Animals" in 1989 when it banned cosmetic testing on animals and became the first U.S. city to go fur free in 2012. The Fur Free WeHo campaign worked. Since then San Francisco and Berkeley followed suit and went fur free. Hawaii has introduced a bill to ban fur sales statewide. And now Los Angeles.
Ballot measure Yes on Prop 2 (confinement of chickens, pigs & veal calves) changed my life. Much of what you see on My Story Tails comes from that change.
The People Have Spoken: YES! on Prop 2 - http://hsus.typepad.com/wayne/2008/11/prop2-victory.html