Mejia wrote that his block was the only one in his neighborhood on which you didn’t have to worry about gangs or shootings or graffiti. An elderly gent named Glen lived on the street and once he got to know you, he handed you free snacks — candy, ice cream, chips — as often as you cared to return. Even rival gang members dropped their dukes and stood together at the gate, awaiting snacks.

Source: Los Angeles Times March 13, 2019 03:00 UTC