It’s almost that time again.
Where the shadows run long over the hills of Echo and Elysian Parks. Cholos and families.
Where the echoes of Fernando Valenzuela fill my consciousness like al pastor.
Where the hood of your car acts as a table at Tommy’s.
Where it really feels like Los Angeles.
Vin Scully and Dodger Dogs in your tummy.
Ahhh, spring.
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My Grandfather used to manage the San Francisco Seals, then he became a scout for the Angels and the Dodgers, you folks are lucky as hell to have such a great baseball family with Chavez and Vin. It’s all dripping with West coast goodness.