Windsor Boulevard holds a special place of significance in my family’s collective heart. It runs through beautiful areas including Hancock Park, Windsor Square and Larchmont. Before he died, my uncle Jon lived at 605 N. Windsor. I had to kindly beg my mom to dig up that address so that I could go exploring. Sidebar: I can only imagine that the current tenants, if they have seen me lurking and taking pictures, have wondered what the sometimes teary-eyed woman is up to (repeatedly) on their street.
While I moved to LA several years after my uncle left the planet, there’s something about his presence and life that still impacts my existence here. I can envision Jon in different places, especially the ones that I personally love. I can understand why he chose LA – and maybe why LA chose him. The beautiful, finicky, quirky nature of LA embodies exactly who Jon was. The city is a caricature, in many ways, of itself; the same could have been said for “Jonny”, the consummate showman. I’ve caught myself thinking: I wish you were here now (a mental message to him). I like to think that many of my “Wandering In Place” posts are done with him, perhaps as a continuation of the story he started here but didn’t get to finish. Or, as part of the bigger LA Story we were meant to write – together.
Read more about Jon here: https://miamigirlwalking.com/2014/08/26/jons-story-my-la-story/
And enjoy Windsor Boulevard’s personality, Spanish architecture and proximity to Paramount here:
PS: the cat’s name is Pico, and he came flying off a stoop to talk to me. My new Windsor neighborhood buddy.