Friday, June 25 1999:
We’re in Southern California again. We take a long drive, making a La Cañada doc narrated by Mum. As usual, we’re struck by the beauty and the shocking monetary inaccessibility of this place. I reflect on the genial isolation of our present state, and also on the vague nostalgia for something I’ve never had that La Cañada brings me. Finally, I’m an exile.