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Happy Halloween from the Portal of the Folded Wings, a section of Pierce Bros./Valhalla Cemetery in Burbank. 

Adjacent to the runways of historic Burbank Airport, this monument serves as a kind of community memorial – one of the few – of the huge role the San Fernando Valley played in the mid-century aviation industry, later dubbed “defense,” later still, “aerospace”.  This industry, with its thousands of high-paying jobs, filled the Valley with middle-class settlers, mostly from the Midwest, during the 1930s to the 80′s. Then poof!  the entire industry – the hangars, the fliers, the defense plants and services, the middle-class Midwesterners – vanished into ghosts. Some, at least, of those fliers and workers are buried here. 

It is a strange, ghostly memorial: the grand Spanish Baroque archway lists quite a bit to the north, like a tilted tombstone. The plaque is vague on what it was built for, or where, or how it came here.

The space shuttle model, sadly, but frugally, commemorates both the Challenger and the Columbia disasters, depending on the side from which one Views the fuselage.

Mt. Cahuenga – with the mouse-ears named “Burbank Peak” and “Cahuenga Peak”.  This View of the hills, over the banks of the Tujunga Wash, is from Johnny Carson Park in Burbank. This stretch of the Wash has been carefully restored by the city of Burbank with native plants.

It is extremely hard to find Views of Los Angeles scenery without all the 20th century – or 21st century – infrastructure and architectural frou-frou.

This View, which it is possible to capture for only a few yards, is probably the closest there is to a view of what the San Fernando Valley looked like before the Mexican War, the Lankershim Ranch, the Pacific Electric, the orange groves, or the Great Suburbanization of the 1940′s-1970′s.

The second picture, which shows the electric towers, proves how tough it is to erase technology from View.

Let’s see that triceps again – woof.  This is a golfer?  Clearly, they’re trying to ditch the White Haired Old Rich Guy image of the game. What a fine job the artist did modeling this dashing athletic figure. Bronze – no material, surely, captures the male musculature as well as bronze.

The View takes in the Verdugo Hills, from the patio of the DeBell Club in Burbank. Until Scott Anderson took me there, I never knew this place existed, even though the Verdugos are the nearby hills I see out my front windows. 

As we were breakfasting on huevos rancheros, this brave yearling fawn ambled across the green. I felt lucky and proud to be in a city – a conurbation? – that is the second largest in the country, yet still affords its residents such a close and casual a relationship with the wild.