Fifty years ago today I was on my way to work on the empty and dark streets of downtown Los Angeles at 6:01 in the morning. I stopped at a traffic light in my Triumph Spitfire, a small British sports car, when it bounced like it had been hit from behind. I looked around but no vehicles were in sight.
As I turned left on South Spring Street, homeless …
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