After crushing the San Fernando Valley under his boot in the seemingly long-ago secession drive, outgoing L.A. Mayor James Hahn (favorite nickname, “Slim Jim,” bestowed by L.A. Times columnist Steve Lopez) tried to gain traction by pledging to fill our rain-drenched winter’s endless crop of potholes at a less-than-glacial pace. Never mind that my Van Nuys street hasn’t been resurfaced in the decade we’ve lived here and resembles a gravel road more and more with each passing day.
Can mayor-elect Antonio Villaraigosa (as he says, it’s Via, as in Air Mail, Rye as in bread, then gosa) make the trains run on time? I mean deal with the problem of the city’s crumbling streets.
It’s no secret that the drive down Burbank Boulevard from North Hollywood (part of Los Angeles) toward Burbank proper isn’t quite as treacherous (and suspension-killing) as it once was, due to a massive street-repair project under way, but one wonders how Burbank is able to care for its streets so well while L.A.’s are left to fall apart.