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“The Lost City” (by Jim Heimann, Palm Latitudes, Oct. 15) sure revived great memories of the busy 1945 intersection of Laurel Canyon and Ventura boulevards. As a carrier for the Hollywood Citizen News, I used to fold my papers, which arrived in bundles on a red transit bus, in the doorway next to the drugstore during the World War II years of 1943-45.
Even more fabulous than that corner was the filling station a block to the east, which featured a huge three-engined airliner, complete with spinning, neon-lit propellers. Motorists traveling west on Ventura Boulevard could see this dramatic sight from a mile away.
Our city was not lost. It just had a very corny chic.
Robert H. Gurr
Sunland
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