Monday, April 9, 2012
The Good, The Bad and The Ugly at the Calabasas Strip
We are sitting at an outdoor promenade/fancy suburban mall in Calabasas. It is the kind of place you can order a life size family portrait, get a prescription filled, and buy an evening gown, all in one stop. We are eating food at a chain restaurant at the far end of the strip, near a stream/man-made watering hole filled with 800 turtles. The parking lot is jammed with recently waxed Lexus' and Range Rovers that still smell new. I can see mountains in the background and I wonder about this old town. Down the road there is an old replica/ restored main street that makes me imagine what this place was like back in the 1800s. Was it a fancy place where rich cattle ranchers came to get a drink at the saloon, have a proper shave, and buy silk stockings for their wives? As I'm wondering this, a lady walks by wearing a cape and pushing a stroller with a little dog in it. She has wild wavy hair and is wearing sunglasses and a cowboy hat. The dog has wild wavy hair and is wearing sunglasses and a cowboy hat. They walk slowly through the strip/town, making defiant eye-contact with everyone they pass.
A stranger is a stranger no matter what period you are from.