The First Place I ever Lived in LA
Andy Romanoff
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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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