The winds had died down, leaving behind a heavy veil of smog over the San Fernando Valley.Between the lunar glow and the lights of both upper and lower cities, the night sky looked a gauzy ecru-yellow, the city itself filled with the smoky ghosts of palm trees and buildings.Normally I don't pay too much attention to the weather--not that we have frequent or catastrophic climate changes above and beyond the normal earthquakes--but tonight I seemed to see the town in stark reality without my eye shades to dim and soften the flaws.Tourists believe that we live in a perpetual state of laid-back fun in the sun, tinsel town with the stars right within reach, if you knew how to climb up and catch one or two in their celluloid towers on Terre Celeste.Celluloid.Now that's a funny and old-fashioned
