by Lynn Dickinson
So I grew up in Detroit, a hard-scrabble place where the
weak are killed and eaten. Somehow I managed to land an adulthood in Santa
Monica, California. I've been here now for over twenty years.
Santa Monica is the kind of place where people from all
over the world come to visit for two weeks in August, or maybe July. The rest of the year, it's ours. The people
here tend to be liberal, spiritual, community-minded, environmentally-conscious
and politically active. We do yoga, meditate, exercise outdoors and eat
organic, locally-farmed, fresh produce that we buy at the farmers market or the
local food co-op. There are plenty of people here who could afford to live
anywhere they choose, and they choose Santa Monica. Those people live north of
Montana street - or at least north of Wilshire Blvd. The rest of us live in
rent controlled apartments, and opt into low-paying service professions or the
uncertain livelihood of the entertainment industry.
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