Spent a summer with a feminist publisher in a 1930’s bungalow in Sylmar. It was a paradise with the fragrance of bougainvillea in the air. She had me take my branding iron and heat it up and brand my horse brand into her leather sofa. I got nostalgic a while back and looked on Google maps and found the bungalow was gone and the hideaway was covered by concrete. Not a trace of the love nest remains. Progress.
May 20, 2020 @ 11:26 am
Spent a summer with a feminist publisher in a 1930’s bungalow in Sylmar. It was a paradise with the fragrance of bougainvillea in the air. She had me take my branding iron and heat it up and brand my horse brand into her leather sofa. I got nostalgic a while back and looked on Google maps and found the bungalow was gone and the hideaway was covered by concrete. Not a trace of the love nest remains. Progress.