THE LOS ANGELES TIMES - 6 MARCH 2016
The house my wife found in Venice was close to the beach. It was also alarmingly close to Division Six: a 3.5-acre bus depot ringed by tall fencing and barbed wire. On the sidewalk out front, happy people walked by, carrying surfboards or shopping bags. Just as continuously, in and out of the depot, the variously numbered orange city buses lumbered and wheezed.
I wanted the house, yet I did not want the house. And then it didn't matter, because it was ours.