I have to admit that I am more than a little bit fascinated about my neighborhood Echo Park. My street itself is a panorama of wabi sabi eclecticism. There are families that have lived here for 20-30 years where the older people don’t speak any English but, “God Bless You.” Hipsters and artists that range from sculptors, potters, illustrators and the like. High end houses of great architectural value nestled at the top of the hill with floor to ceiling glass. Pit bulls, chickens, and I swear I heave heard the echo of a goat bleat. I have become a big fan of the daily newsletter “The Eastsider” that has homespun stories of local interest, breaking news about local crime, and a historical eye for tracing the history of the quickly changing neighborhood.