When our friends heard Rita and I were moving to the Brentwood district of Los Angeles the jokes began. We didn’t have to be reminded Brentwood was the home of O.J. Simpson and the controversial murder trial that took place nearly 20 years ago. It had figured into the manuscript of my novel THE MOUNTING STORM—until a bright-eyed agent made me replace it with something less controversial.
But Brentwood doesn’t need any apologies. Brentwood is home. Brentwood is beautiful. Brentwood is fun. And after 10 years of living next door in Santa Monica, Brentwood is where two Philadelphians are going to enjoy the Southern California experience to its fullest.
We don’t have the Third Street Promenade where every kid in the world wants to drag his parents and grandparents and spend the day shopping, eating, and going to the latest Harry Potter flick. Brentwood is on a smaller scale. But we do have a farmer’s market, a Whole Foods, a Ralph’s, a delightful library, and a dozen terrific coffee shops, including the Café Literati, where laptops are busy and photos of writers, living and dead, line the walls.
So we’re saying goodbye to the television footage of that white Ford Bronco shooting down the 405 Freeway on its way to Mexico and being chased by a dozen cop cars. Tom and Rita are here. And determined to enjoy every delightful corner of the new Brentwood.
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