Seems like just a few days ago there was some attempted matricide up on 46th. ‘Course, that was a middle-aged shmoe wielding a washboard. Here we’ve got a juvie shooting his mother in the back. And to think, in just a year and a few days, Burbank’s own Every Mother’s Son, Edmund Kemper, will be born.
So I set out to see where Mark, this budding Nero, grew up.
But here, in 1947, in what was known as Los Angeles Judicial Township, a stone’s throw from the Goodyear Rubber Plant, there was no “South Flower†or “South Grand.†Just a stretch of homes from Figueroa to Broadway:
And that, children, explains where 412 W. 68th Street went–that’s 428 in the picture, and as far as the addresses go.
