Jacob Lawrence, "Hot Summer's Night" (1947)
Jacob Lawrence, Hot Summer's Night (1947)
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August 18, 2004:

Or the cross at Mt. Soledad. That was another favorite.

It's true we liked the views from high places. I think we might have grown up with the association between success and houses on hills. The "rich people" looked down on us, literally. But there was a fascination, too, with our own identity. From the height we could see our neighborhood and its relationships with the rest of the world. That's our park, that's our school, that's our shopping center, that's our bowling alley. That's our place in the bigger scheme of things.

In time we explored the other hills visible from that one, as far east as the Laguna foothills.

The ride up was tough, but the ride down was heaven.