Imagine, if you will, taking a drive up the Pacific Coast Highway that parallels Santa Monica Beach. Now imagine that it’s 1948 and this is how clear the road is. I’ve lived in Los Angeles for 25 years and have never seen traffic on PCH this light. What a heavenly Sunday drive it would be. Is it any wonder that I often suffer from anemoia which, I’ve recently learned, means nostalgia for a time you’ve never known. Am I the only one who suffers from this incurable condition?
**UPDATE** : The house on the bottom left with the 4 dormer windows on the roof line was Daryl Zanuck’s home during the late 1930s. The hous to the left with the threee-car garage belonged to Sam Goldwyn, and out of frame the house next door to that belonged to Harry Warner.