No good deed goes unpunished in Glendale
I currently reside in Glendale, CA. If you are cruising down the street and find a WiFi network called "Hate This Place", that's mine.It's not that I don't like the parks, freeway access, and easy driving to my office in downtown L.A., but behind the well-manicured lawns and the idyllic suburban tableau of families strolling on a summer night, live some neighbors who make my life more interesting than it should be.
Take young Kevin Cunningham, a 22-year-old man who lives down the street. Early this morning, probably because Independence Day had passed and he thought it was no longer acceptable to shoot fireworks out in the middle of the road, Cunningham is alleged to have shot his remaining wad of fireworks in his house. This destroyed his apartment and damaged three others.
I feel like I should have had neighbors like these in my early 20's while I lived in student ghettos in Brighton and Allston, MA. But not one BC, BU, or slumming Harvard student shot bottle rockets in his own home.
While I do have exemplary neighbors, and while I no longer have to worry about Eastern European Bleeding Kansas parking since I cleaned out my garage, I still look forward to putting Glendale behind me. I'm told that this is all because my french doors face a cemetery.
At least Armo continues to inspire folk art.
Previously: Knowing my neighbors; The Triumph of Death
See also: Man Booked for Arson After Fireworks-Sparked Apartment Blaze
Labels: glendale, los angeles



2 Comments:
I heard about that guy on the news.
I like your new layout!
Also: Are you moving away from Glendale? Maybe I just read too much into your post, but that was the idea I got.
No, not leaving yet; I just want to. I can't afford to buy the house I want yet, and I am loathe to rent one more place...
Could you send me your e-mail address under secure cover?
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