Letters: Not Such Fine Lines
Not Such Fine Lines
I was so glad to read that somebody was finally complaining about the problems at Griffith Observatory [“Shuttle Non-Diplomacy at Griffith Observatory,” September 7–13]. I was one of the people that had been counting down until the landmark reopened and purchased my shuttle tickets a month in advance. I of course did not appreciate the inconvenience of not being able to drive up myself, but I was angrier at the number of lines I met once I arrived. There was an hourlong line to reserve a time to see the planetarium show. There was a line to see the telescope. There was a line to use one of the telescopes on the lawn. After I waited in line to reserve a viewing time, there was another line to get into the planetarium show. There was even a line at the water fountain — I think to avoid waiting in line at the café to get a bottle.
It was then that I realized my mistake at thinking the shuttle system was used as crowd control to ensure only a certain amount of people would be allowed on the premises at any given time. Instead they were happily shuttling up as many people as possible to collect the $8 for the “free” experience. The view was beautiful, but my experience was dreadful. I was actually happy to join the line to reboard the shuttle to get back down the hill.
I was sincerely moved by the “Crossing Hoover” article by D.S. Heimpel [August 24–30]. This was a well-written, touching account of a slice of life for these unfortunate youths who make up a noticeable percentage of our “underclass” society. Even several days after I read the article I was still thinking about it — a credit to Heimpel’s writing style. What a tragic waste of human potential these victimized kids represent. I look forward to reading more thought-provoking articles by Heimpel.
Where’s the Edge?
Since the change in ownership, L.A. Weekly really has ditched its whole cutting-edge, investigative, breaking-major-stories edge. It used to be that European friends couldn’t wait for me to forward stories that broke in L.A. Weekly. I can’t tell you the last time your paper had a story worthy of sharing. If the editorial intent now is to slide back into a local freebie full of infotainment, gossip and ads, shame! I’ll continue to hope, but I’m no longer holding my breath.
Last week’s article titled “Take This Car and Shove It” [August 31–September 6] was totally irrational. If Steven Leigh Morris desires to learn more about the subject he attempted to report on, I’d suggest the following reading materials first: The High Cost of Free Parking, by Donald Shoup; and Parking Requirement Impacts on Housing Affordability, by Todd Litman. These are people who have researched the very same issue for decades, as opposed to interviewing a couple of commuters.
Regarding “Take This Car and Shove It”: Excellent article! Can you find out how many hypocrite board members drive and park cars in Los Angeles while expecting the rest of us to use public transportation? I would be especially interested in knowing whether Planning Commissioner Mike Woo or city planner Thomas Rothmann drive cars. A follow-up story would be great. Thanks!
Mark A. Mendlovitz
For more reader reaction, see the varied comments in the online version of this story — including a response by the author, who writes, “I find it sort of amusing to be labeled a conduit of repugnant, myopic and conservative views, given how I’m a proponent of . . . bikeways, walkways and mass transit.”
Music Writers Wanted
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Thanks for the nice write-up on Brave Combo — one of my fave bands for years. The descriptions of the songs were a bit off, however: the “soulful/rocking” version of the “Hokey Pokey” — that song is always played as heavy, head-banging, metal. And “Oh What a Beautiful Morning” is played as a twist, not rockabilly. The band mixes up a lot of genres, but I’m sure there are other longtime fans out there who will note that the descriptions of those songs were a bit off. But hey — more power to you to get folks in the door!
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