Can we talk something else?

Can we talk about something else?

Hello!

Out there.

For all of the vehicles that have driven past the modest home with barred windows at 38.25

Norton Avenue in South LA, large ruts should be worn in the ash vault.

Gockers and private vehicles rented cars, tour buses, try to imagine today what it looked

like as a vacant lot surrounded by acres of vacant lots, nearly four generations ago.

They pull up images on their cell phones to compare them undame before them to a monster's

handiwork, split out and grainy photos on news pages from the time and eating up image

displays of history's worst atrocities following an internet search.

But you can't tell from the location now what had been there before.

Inhumanely parcel parts, left nude, disemboweled, a brutality so grotesque, so galling, so fascinating

that thousands meandered past each year just so they can tell their buddies over beers

that they'd been there, that they'd stood in the place where seven decades before,

the mutilated, dissected, desecrated body of Elizabeth Short, the Black Dahlia,

have been found on a cold January morning in the shadow of 1947 Hollywood land.

But the tourists don't linger long here, there are other sites to see,

just a short drive ten miles east takes them to the affluent tree-lined streets of Brentwood.

There is a condo here on the murder map, just blocks off Wilshire Boulevard, a stone's throw

from the Brentwood Country Club.

Though the view from the street is hidden behind palm trees, what you can see,

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