I went to Venice today to meet Steve Buccellato for breakfast. I can't really go near Abbot Kinney without getting nostalgic for when I stayed around there with Steve in 1995. You could park anywhere, driving from Santa Monica to LAX to ship files to New York took 20 minutes, and you could pull up in your car outside Arrivals and run the pack of Syquest or Zip disks in to the freight desk.
Back then, we could afford Electric Crayon office space in Santa Monica. I had an Ugly Duckling rental car, which was stolen right outside our apartment. And you couldn't stay on the boardwalk at night without worrying about gangs.
Today, it's hip and gentrified and a good place to buy candles. Lots and lots of candles. So many candles.
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