The evolution of a neighborhood. From left to right, a nice Italian Renaissance/Spanish Eclectic, ca. 1935; some dingbatian boxitude ca. 1955; and our friend 100 Catalina with the Mexican lamp, Colonial S-bracket and Mansardisme, ca. 1975.
And look, hereâ€™s a copper blazing through the red, off to go help some wayward lass with a belly full of Seconal. We presume.
Whether suicide is an act of weakness or strength is beyond the scope of this post, but whatâ€™s certain is that in telephoning her mother, Pamela has revealed her attempt to be merely a parasuicidal gesture. I say neglect the phone bill!