When I drive to work, I avoid the 105. It’s the only sane thing to do. If I take surface streets to work, I average a 40 minute commute. If I am foolish enough to take the 105 to the 110, then my commute averages a little bit over an hour. Sheesh.
So, I always drive west on Imperial Highway, and right before I get to Wilmington Ave., I pass a street called “Croesus.” For weeks now, I had been meaning to look up the street name; for some reason, the word really stuck in my mind. My first guess was that it was some type of flower. But my classical training kept telling me, “It’s not a flower!”
Turns out that Croesus was a Lydian king from the fifth century BC. Odd, since there aren’t any other streets in that area with names of ancient Greek origin. While mentioned in Herodotus’ Histories, I don’t remember anything about him from my readings. Wikipedia, however, is kind enough to tell me not just his history, but also that Croesus is synonymous with “a wealthy man.”
The climax of this minor history lesson is to point out that the intersection of Croesus and Imperial is the location of the Imperial Courts–these depressed-looking federally-subsidized housing projects built in 1944.
I think the developers were a bunch of dicks.