This is the city: Los Angeles, California. It was a warm August evening in city; we were working the tourist detail and wound up heading toward City Hall. The car is a '59 Rambler, the driver my brother-in-law Frank. My name's tterrace; I'm a kid.
I'd flown in on a turbo-prop job from San Francisco. It was my first flight and my first trip anywhere by myself. I'd just turned 15. I would have gotten there sooner, but a couple weeks earlier my father had gotten me almost all the way to SFO when I found I didn't have my plane ticket, so we had to turn back. Nobody was happy about that.
My Kodak Brownie Starmite was loaded with Ektachrome when I snapped this shot on some street somewhere or other; some local might be able to fill in the blanks on that one. Later, we hit the usual places: Chinatown, Olvera Street, Union Station. Disneyland would be for another day. With any luck, I wouldn't die of excitement before then.
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