I really am blessed. Day after day, the weather here in L.A. is fabulously beautiful. I am not sure why certain columnists hate L.A. My L.A. is paradise. I have a house in Beverly Hills and an immense swimming pool, although the heater is often broken. I also have a house in Malibu overlooking the ocean. And I have some condos overlooking downtown to Catalina. And I have two houses in Rancho Mirage, near Palm Springs. If you saw them, you would faint.
I don’t say this to brag. Many, many people I know here have immensely bigger spreads. I am not at all rich.
I just point out that here in an extremely big city, we have a perfect climate, great food, magnificent vistas out over the ocean, and a sunny sky almost every day. Yes, there are homeless. Yes, there is crime.
But think about it. I am just a few minutes’ walk from a major metropolitan area. In fact, I am in it. And I can swim almost every day in my own pool.
How many cities can you say that about? And there are plentiful places for writers to write. Also lots of beautiful girls, which is a big, big plus for me.
We have a gardener who is a real genius. He has made our house into a show place.
And I am by no means rich. Not at all. Not even remotely. I just started saving when I was young and that paid off in a big way.
I will write more later but just for now, think when you read about how L.A. has committed suicide, as Tucker wrote. For my wife and me, it’s heaven.