The First Place I ever Lived in LA
Andy Romanoff

I’m even older than you are, and made that long, lonesome drive across country on 66 more than once, the first time in the forties in a Studebaker. I think it might be hard for anyone under 70 to believe that in those days you could go many miles on 66 without meeting a car coming from the other direction. And I did my time in sleazy hotels, too. I’ll be posting about that period in my life in a piece to be titled “Down and Out in L.A.” but it won’t be ready for a while yet.

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