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seclusion, and full of people mostly riding bikes or carrying Ice Cream. I of course had never been to Frogtown but that’s at least what I had garnered from the accolades of various friends.. Tink and I were coming up I-5 past Dodger Stadium as it poured down in sheets. Unpopular opinion but LA always looks so beautiful in the rain.
“Frogtown is so cute babe you’re gonna love it! We can walk it in an hour, the houses are painted such fun colors. There’s breweries all around too. Ugh can you imagine us living there?”
I could, easily.
“I hope it isn’t a Craigslist scam, because it would be so perfect for us. I can have the casita in the back and you and Jean can have your own rooms in a nice little house off of the river. Plus, I can do work outside and have a little crafting set up.” Katinka dreamed.
I have always hated Catcher in the Rye. To quote my !0th grade english teacher, “A story of a boy born with silver-est spoon in his mouth and still finds more to complain about?”. His sister Phoebe is the best character and the only redeeming quality that novel has, and even that feels like a scrap of a quality rather than a full one. Yet, my feelings about that novel aside, I’ve always had an affinity for the idea of emotionally attaching yourself to a location, steeped in imagination or not. For Holden that place of complete solace and divine rite is at the base of a cliff with arms wide open. For me, it was traipsing the narrow streets of a recently soaked Frogtown. I could walk back and forth for hours just thinking, just making myself feel better. Images of parking in my driveway, or on a random part of the street really, and just going, walking miles on end adjacent to the river.
Soon my idealized perception became a supercut of me in a red coat, blue hat, new brown boots, hand gliding on the road barrier, talking to myself in the brisk air. Frogtown was now and forever my Utopia, completely capable of solving all my problems. It was the one moment I kind of understood Holden’s complicity in ignorance.
Tink’s car stopped right in front of our new house.