Jose and Ana Sanchez ran for their lives during El Salvador's civil war, resettled in Los Angeles and joined the working class.
Nothing about Los Angeles is more interesting than how people make it here. For sheer industriousness, creativity and hard work, it's the people at the margins, rather than in the mansions, who make up the lifeblood of the city.
Hanging out at an auto repair shop might not be the most scientific way to study the economy, but it's far more interesting than reading the latest poll on consumer confidence or government report on job creation.
On a cool, drizzly day 10 years ago, I met a lonely, afflicted soul in downtown Los Angeles who would eventually take me to places I'd never visited. Disney Hall, for instance, and the White House. And to the depths of skid row.
You've got an old car you'd like to unload, and the deal sounds pretty good: Donate it to an agency that handles all the paperwork, get a tax deduction and support a good cause.
In a city that hibernates through local elections, Miriam Antonio told me she couldn't wait to vote next Tuesday. The Fairfax High junior turned 18 this month, so this would be her first chance to cast a ballot.
In the haves and have-nots economy of Southern California, Air Force veteran Rod McIntosh is currently embedded with the nots.
Los Angeles has so many scruffy, unmanicured median and parkway strips that I've thought about having a contest to name the ugliest.