What happens when a lifelong east coaster jets away on the cross country plane from New York’s gridlocked, focused streets to the city of supposed angels? I found it to be every bit as frustrating as New Yorkers say it is. And as awesome (the 18th-century meaning) as adopted Californians insist. A few months ago, … Continue reading Beach Dancing: What Hank Moody Misunderstood About Los Angeles
