In a couple years, several hundred ma-jillions of dollars in cost overruns and ten-thousands of man-hours the Battle of the Expo Line will be won and the derelict median that bisects National Boulevard immediately west of Ballona Creek will be sporting some serious light-railitude.
But for now in its raw unfinishedness it is home to the saddest thing ever, namely this shrine to Miles that I found yesterday afternoon coming off the creek’s bikeway, erected I can only presume by the guardians of their lost feline friend (click to triplify):
Aw. That is so sweet. Well, bittersweet.
That is so freakin’ sad. It’s like “what if Spielberg did landscaping.” Sheesh. That stuffed racoon thing kills me.
Poor little kittle…it was only two years old. :(