The curtain had fallen along with tons of concrete and twisted metal beams. We walked along the three mile stretch of Whittier boulevard and witnessed bizarre fractures, broken windows, fallen telephone polls, and walls that had collapsed in rubble. Several manhole covers had been flipped into the air and had landed upside down in the middle of the street. Numerous mannequines appeared to be crawling to safety on the sidewalk. You're always making up stories, Dad.
Some stories come easy because they just happen.
I spent many years hanging out around here and saw more than anyone should ever have to see. That place used to be Curly's Men Shop. If you wanted to dress in style, you had to buy your clothes there. But one day, in the tenth grade, I bought a pair of hip-hugger bell bottoms with thick black and gray stripes from the store across the street. I don't know what I was thinking.