by Benjamin | Jun 1, 2008 | Blog
“That chemical smell,” the security guard said, “Is our archives burning.” We assembled in the lobby, then began down the hill. Not surprisingly, Lankershim Boulevard was strewn with orange cones and Los Angeles’ finest. Most of the...
by Benjamin | Jun 1, 2008 | Blog
I woke to the sound of a helicopter swooping what sounded like mere feet overhead. Moving towards the window of my hotel room, a column of black smoke billowed where the mountains used to be, then flattened like an anvil just a few hundred feet overhead. The air was...
