Angels Flight

* In 1925 my uncle owned the hotel at the top of Angels Flight. He would feed me nickels when I was a toddler so I could go up and down the funicular. I did this for months at a time. Some nights, when it was closed, my mother, aunts and uncles would walk all the way down the 200-some steps to Hill Street, where there was a speak-easy that opened with a door on the ground that had an actual slide into the speak. Yes, they let me in, and it was a great adventure all around.

I have since taken my children and their children on Angels Flight many times. It would indeed be a tragedy not to protect this beautiful piece of Los Angeles history.

STANLEY FRAZEN

Studio City