Can You Go Home Again? A Trip Back to Southern California

(Please read our Covid 19 Statement first and also note that this trip took place about 8 months before lockdown hit. Most places here are still open but in outdoor or takeout mode only right now- Ed)  We're firmly Northern Californians now, but we still have family back in L.A. that we need to visit periodically. Mother's Day is one of those occasions so we've planned four nights back in our old neighborhood in the San Gabriel Valley to visit with family, take our moms out to lunch, and try to have a little time to have fun ourselves.

Los Angeles traffic is way more dense and hectic than the rural traffic that we've become accustomed to but it's not as bad as it can get when we arrive. I'm more unsettled by the amount of stop lights along the way than how many cars are on the road.

We arrive at our hotel, the Embassy Suites in Arcadia. I'd booked a room with a roll-in shower...a necessity with Tim having a knee injury...and they gave us a room with a tub on the fourth floor. A talk with the front desk got us moved to a room with a roll in shower just a few steps from Registration, right on the lobby, and next to an exit door to the parking lot.

The layout of the room was OK...a king size bed in a separate bedroom, a queen size sofabed in the living room, and the accessible bathroom with roll-in shower separating the two

What was not OK was the location...constant and unending guest noise from the atrium lobby right outside our window and the slamming of that door to the parking lot whenever anyone used it which was approximately once per minute at all hours of the day.

Rather frazzled from no sleep the night before, I went to the front desk to complain about the room and why wheelchair rooms were always the worst ones in the hotel in general. It didn't get me any traction except apologies and "we have no more roll-in shower rooms available."

Back in the room, I started to call other hotels in the area when the manager called on the room phone. My wife answered and said "he's on the phone with another hotel, I'll have him call you right back."

I went to the desk to see what they wanted and, lo and behold, another roll-in room became available up on the second floor. We moved that afternoon. It was a marginally better room but still too noisy for what is the city's most expensive hotel. I'll just leave it there so this story doesn't become all about our crappy hotel room.

We took our moms out to a wonderful lunch at the historic Derby restaurant, right next door to the hotel. Later, we met our friend Scott over a couple of beers at the Mt. Lowe Brewery, just a block from the hotel. The next day, we had a family get-together at Letty's mom's house.

On the last day, we took that for ourselves. The Arcadia station of the Gold Line light railway is two blocks from our hotel. Tim loves the Gold Line and didn't want to leave L.A. without taking a ride.

From Arcadia, we rode all the way to Union Station in downtown Los Angeles. We wandered around Olvera Street for a little bit before walking over to Chinatown.

We let Tim pick the lunch spot and he picked Philippe's on Alameda, between Chinatown and the old post office, Terminal Annex.

Not much changes in this 111 year old restaurant and that includes the delicious French dip sandwiches (they invented them here) accompanied by cheesecake and banana cream pie for dessert.

After lunch, it's back on the train to the more walkable confines of Pasadena.

Here, we find happy hour in full swing at the Blind Donkey bar on Union Street. Some beer and whiskey sours...at cheap happy hour prices...wet our whistle.

Just a few blocks away, the AMGEN Tour of California bike race has just come to a conclusion at the Rose Bowl. Soon, a group of black-Spandex clad men walk in and the bar erupts into applause.

Team Data Dimension...the South African team...has come in to celebrate the end of the race, give speeches, and drink themselves silly.

We join the party for a little bit before heading back to our hotel.

It's been fun but the lousy hotel room, traffic, and just knuckleheads in general weigh down on us and, with great delight, we head back home to our little town in the hills in Northern California.

Darryl Musick
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A Day at the Races: Tim and Darryl Take on Santa Anita Park

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Magnus Manske under CC BY 2.0 license

NOTE: Racing starts this year on September 29th and runs for a month before starting again the day after Christmas and running through June.

I love horse racing. I grew up not far from here and it wasn't uncommon for my dad to take us to the races now and again. Santa Anita, in Arcadia, California, wasn't his favorite track. He said it was too uppity for him. He preferred the more downscale Los Alamitos for the quarter horses racing at night.

For me, Santa Anita is perfect. Glorious mountain views, outstanding art deco architecture, and mighty thoroughbreds racing for the gold.  I never found it too intimidating, I always seemed to fit right in.

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Later on, I'd get a job during high school at the mall next door. It was very common to meet jockeys, trainers, and other staff from the track who would always be willing to chat about the ponies and let me know who they thought would win. They were also a wealth of horse racing knowledge and taught me a lot about this ancient sport.

A coworker got to know one of the racing stewards (equivalent to a referee in other sports) and he would give us free passage into the club house whenever we wanted.  Lunch breaks would find me heading across the massive parking lot and placing a few bets.

In those days, racing was in it's prime. Talk to any locals of a certain age and they'll remember the massive traffic jams leading to the track on race days. On one particularly big day, it took me two hours to negotiate the last couple of miles to my job at the mall.

Now, you can bet on horses anywhere including your own living room. Back in the day, you had to actually go to the track to do that. Off-track betting has killed attendance at our tracks and, let's face it, horse racing is a dying sport around here.

We've lost two local tracks...the fairgrounds and Hollywood Park...leaving their racing dates to be divied up among the three remaining...Los Alamitos, Del Mar, and Santa Anita.  While Los Alamitos claims to be able to turn a profit with it's paired-down facility and Del Mar also runs a very popular fair at a spectacular oceanfront setting, the company that owns Santa Anita is no stranger to the bankruptcy court.

For now, Tim and I are going to spend a day at this 81 year old grand dame of the racing scene while we still can.

Online, you can find lots of packages and discounts. On santaanita.com, I find a two for one clubhouse deal where Tim and I can go and sit in the great club house (as opposed to the general admission area) for $10. What a deal.

The worker who scans our tickets and stamps our hands points out the gate a few feet away where we can catch an elevator up to the club house level. Although it was built in 1934, much of the facility is wheelchair accessible.  

We do a little exploring and find the best and most convenient place for us to watch the races is the apron in front of the general admission grandstand. There is a nearby bridge over the tunnel where the horses enter the track that separates the club house from the general admission area so we devise a strategy where we'll relax in the club house between races, scoot across the bridge to watch it, and return to the club house to repeat the process.

The first two races are a loss to us. We take a break for lunch and have a very nice, custom carved roast beef sandwich at the carvery counter in the club house. Another rash, low dollar wager puts us another couple of dollars in the hole when I find out I've misplaced our program and racing form.

Tim comes up with the strategy of picking a horse via the number that is closest to his uncle's favorite number, 7. The 7 horse is scratched for this race, so he defaults down to 6. We place a wager on that horse and I also pick an exacta for the 6-9 horse combination (the next closest number to 7 - an exacta is a bet where you pick the first two horses in the order that they will finish).

It's a few minutes to race time and we head back out to our spot.  The horses are off...number 6 leaps out to an early lead and keeps it. As we watch the horses heading for home, there are two horses ahead of the pack, nose-to-nose. It's 6 and 9 and 6 just noses out 9 for the win.  

We finally hit a bet although with only four horses in the race, the payoff is not what dreams are made of...$49.80 for a combined $10 bet.

Still, it gets us out of our hole but we'll drop back down as we lose another $10 on the last race of the day for us.

It's a fun day out for this father and son duo and also very inexpensive. Even though we did end up slightly on the losing side of things, having fun with your son is pretty priceless so I thought it was a very good deal.

Santa Anita Park is about 15 miles northeast of downtown Los Angeles in Arcadia. It's just south of the 210 freeway at the Baldwin Avenue offramp. Foothill Transit and Metro both provide accessible bus transportation to the track.

Normal adult admission is $5 for general admission and $10 for the club house.

Darryl
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