I spent twenty years in New England. Autumn in Southern California is not the same. Leaves barely change. The bougainvillea flower. Here, summer temperatures don’t arrive until mid- or late-July, then linger into November. I drove to Griffith Park one afternoon last week to go running and wore a T-shirt and shorts. The mountains alternated between buddi…
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