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Sherman Way in Canoga Park is as frumpy as any Valley boulevard, a seemingly endless strip of gas stations, apartment buildings and thrift shops that appear to have been Xeroxed instead of built. It has neither a Bullock's nor a Bloomingdale's. Yet, on almost any weekend, Sherman Way between Owensmouth and Canoga is busy with upscale browsers. OK. "Busy" is too strong a word. Melrose Avenue it ain't.
November 23, 1995 | JONATHAN WEBER
When Will Hearst, scion of the famed newspaper family, unveiled a new venture called @Home earlier this year, he seemed to be proposing the solution to every Internet surfer's dream. By offering access to the global computer network via big, fat cable television lines that can transmit data a thousand times faster than standard phone wires, @Home promises to transform the very nature of the Internet, and especially the graphics-rich part of it known as the World Wide Web.
October 13, 1996 | NANCY ZASLAVSKY, Zaslavasky is the author of "A Cook's Tour of Mexico" and the upcoming "Meatless Mexican Home Cooking."
This city, often called Mexico's Disneyland by Yankees, is every traveler's Mexican Fantasyland--a drop-dead gorgeous colonial hilltop town. The town's main church, La Parroquia, is the most prominent landmark and can easily be compared to a certain Sleeping Beauty's Castle, especially when it's lighted on weekend and holiday evenings.
November 16, 2008 | Matthew DeBord, Matthew DeBord is a writer in Los Angeles.
When my wife and I and our two small children moved late last year to Glassell Park, a neighborhood in northeast Los Angeles, we were following a predictable gentrification script. The nearby enclaves of Eagle Rock and Mount Washington were slightly out of our price range, having already attracted those who had been edged out of the previous round of gentrification in Silver Lake, Echo Park and Franklin Hills.
January 24, 2005 | Daniel Hernandez, Times Staff Writer
A year ago, high school junior Stephanie Cisneros had never heard the word "gentrification," but in many ways, she already knew what it meant. She was watching it happen all around her in the Echo Park neighborhood she's called home since she was 5 years old. Stephanie saw working-class neighbors losing their rental units, only to see the apartments revamped and priced far higher than before. She saw old storefront businesses close and disappear. Familiar faces, gone.
February 24, 2008 | Louise Roug, Times Staff Writer
In the beige linoleum hallway, a fluorescent light flickers on and off as a woman saunters over to visit her neighbor. The elevator creaks and whines, then frees a gaggle of giggling girls. Downstairs in the laundry room, a young mother sorts her children's clothes, enjoying the room's warmth on a blustery day. But for this west Bronx apartment building's residents, the comfort of home may not last.
May 17, 2008 | Agustin Gurza, Times Staff Writer
On the surface, almost everything appears as it has for decades on East 1st Street in Boyle Heights, the neighborhood east of downtown known as a haven for immigrants and blue-collar families. It's mid-afternoon and a couple of tipsy men spill out of Las Palomas Bar, arms locked over their shoulders, heading toward the nearby birrieria, a restaurant specializing in goat stew. Others greet more soberly as they pass traditional mom-and-pop shops that line the thoroughfare, selling soccer trophies, mariachi outfits and secondhand clothes.
February 23, 2008 | Joe Mozingo, Sam Quinones and Richard Winton, Times Staff Writers
The young men who rule Drew Street have survived countless convictions, injunctions, evictions and deportations. Over the years, they have called themselves the Cypress Assassins, the Pee Wee Gangsters, the Brown Crowd Youngsters. They are as much clan as gang, deeply interconnected by family, with decades in their Glassell Park neighborhood.
May 31, 2008 | Jessica Garrison, Times Staff Writer
It looked like trouble. Or maybe it looked like the stuff that dreams were made of. The street was dark and the lighting was eerie as the hard-boiled book publishers from New York gathered outside an old factory building in downtown Los Angeles. They eyed the crowd that had massed inside. Some of the dames looked like femme fatales; some of the guys looked like saps.
April 1, 2007 | Anna Gorman, Times Staff Writer
Claudia Arias folded the dollar bill and made the sign of the cross before placing it in her apron pocket. The first dollar, Arias said, is always for the church. "It's my grandmother's secret," she said in Spanish on a recent morning as she stood on Santee Street waiting for customers. "It's good luck. If I do this, I will earn lots of money." That's what Arias is counting on. She has been selling hot dogs out of a small motorized cart in downtown Los Angeles for nearly a decade.
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