There is an angry wind from the north that comes down the canyons of Los Angeles like flames from the nostrils of Beelzebub. The autumn wind from the Mohave is as hot as the devils breath and licks relentlessly at windows and doors pushing its sandy heat through any available crack. It has been known to drive men mad and women to wanton acts of murder.
It rides on the backs of rabid dogs as they scrounge the dry river beds of the Valley for something to bite. It is relentless and even as it leaves the land scraping over Long Beach, Laguna and Doheny out over the waters of the Pacific, not even the great ocean can cool its searing anger. It is called the Santa Ana and it is something to behold.
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JUST THE FACTS MA’AM ~ Frank No.2 by Frank Los Angeles | SCENTS MEMORY.
Loved this as well but am I the only one who thinks that first illustration is an earlier incarnation of Scarlett Johansson? 😉
Bombshell blonde incarnate…
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Very clever piece of writing.
She was born in the same town as Jessica Rabbit! Must be something in the water…