The truth is, I could take a photograph that would edit out the huge power towers that stomp through Bob Hope Park. And I could neglect to mention that in addition to the menacing pop and crackle of the electric lines overhead is almost drowned out by the sound of cars rushing past on the 134.
But the truth is also that green space is better than gray space. And the truth is also that kids come here to play, and adults come here to run, or picnic, or rest. And if you go there between work and your writing group, you can spread out a blanket and fall asleep pretending that the traffic is water rushing through the funky little stream bed.
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