It was the most important thing my Los Angelian Girlfriend wanted me to see on my trip to the city she lived and grew up in. ‘This museum is alive,’ she said, ‘Its unlike anything else.’ I was a little worried entering in our multi-coloured, power steering leaking, gas-guzzling Ford Explorer (it was old and rusty, tending to stand in out in a city of rich and gleaming automobiles). The security was very tight, a guard took our names, checked my passport, her license, wrote down her name and registration. Inside there were metal detectors and more guards. Post September 11th Americans generally ...
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