A few days ago I was bitching about the New Yorker's not-so-subtle jabs at L.A. This piece by Vin Scully in Los Angeles magazine is the perfect antidote (and anecdote). From " 'As Good As It Gets': Vin Scully's Ode To Summer" (thanks to Scott Killeen for the link):
The first few years I was [in L.A.], the Mets were not in existence. It's 1958, '59, '60, '61, and we'd go to Philadelphia, and I would take the train to New York to visit family and friends. They would say, How do you like it? I would say, It's really nice, and they would say, It's got smog and earthquakes and so on. The first few times I would argue and say, No, it's not that bad. By the fourth year they would start up and I'd say, You’re right, and tell your friends to stay right here. And that’s when I knew I was an Angeleno. As God is my judge.
Proud to live in the same city as you, Vin!
illustration by Aaron Meshon/Los Angeles magazine