every day in 2016, write a sentence or a paragraph or a poem that appreciates
living on Burbank Blvd.
I have to grin when I write that, because we'd lived here years before I realized I appreciated it. Burbank Blvd. out in Encino is still a major street, but it only lives up to that billing twice a day. When people go to work around seven to eight in the morning and when people go home around five to six in the evening, Burbank Blvd. is a river in flood, that is, is a river of cars that clump together and drift by honking at each other but letting other cars join them in the mess from sidestreets and even from parking spaces alongside the traffic lanes. I've even seen them accommodate a car that is trying to parallel park during the madness! Most of the rest of the time the road is almost empty unless a pedestrian is trying to cross Burbank Blvd. Then car drivers race along the street from one direction then from the other making sure there is never an interval of traffic-free road long enough for a sane person to cross. Not to worry. Most of us trying to cross have lived here too long to be sane. And of course, now and again some young man needs to prove himself or his car by attempting freeway speeds or race track speeds on what is clearly a domestic street. It doesn't matter though. We survive. There is more I appreciate about living on Burbank Blvd., so I may have to return to this topic.
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