While a group of LA businessmen had formed a company called â€œSuburban Estates Incorporatedâ€Â and parceled out the town of Granada in â€™25, nothing was really built there til after the war. So poor Mr. Fuzzy was just lumbering about, wondering what the hell was happening. And they had to go and whack him. Poor bastard is on our state flag, after all. And the seal of Los Angeles.
Granada Hills backyard, 1950:
But in the Granada Hills frontyard of 1950â€¦
For where in 1947 Granada Hills looked like this:
It now looks an awful lot more like this.
If we can reintroduce the wolf to Yellowstone, I say we can reintroduce the bear to Granada Hills.