News of major L.A. sociological/historical import. The newsstand at Pico and Robertson that has been there for as long as I can remember (at least 35-years) is no more. It holds precious memories for me because that's where I once espied Soupy Sales--- ahem---many years ago and he was kind enough to do "The Mouse" for me. We also sang the state song of WV (he grew up there as did I) together acapella, "Oh, the West Virginia hills, how majestic and how grand". . . and so on and so forth. It was only a matter of time: "Daddy, what's a magazine?"
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