November 12, 1989
It's night in Los Angeles, and I am working late in the 26th floor of a downtown office tower. I see the lights of other towers, and the headlights on the freeway winding their way into the distance like a silver carpet. Leon Whiteson, who wrote "City at a Crossroads," (Nov. 2) would be shocked. But I felt quite at home. Perhaps I haven't listened hard enough to the architectural critics in their great wisdom. But I notice something exhilarating about being in a place like downtown or Century City, with skyscrapers leaping upward as far as the eye can see. And I see something prosaic about the various low-rise strip centers and small office buildings that dot this city.