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The Wonder

In James Ellroy's Clandestine there's a page where a cop on the beat is looking out on a street in Los Angeles. He sees a drug trade go down. He spots a wino that used to be a promising high school athlete. He sees some kids give a bum money to go into a liquor store and buy booze for them. The descriptions of sad things he sees goes on and on. At the end of it he sits back and thinks to himself "My city. My wonder."

In that sentence it's clear that he loves his city no matter what. It is his wonder. And while he doesn't tell you what the beauty is that he sees in L.A. he doesn't have to. It's enough to know that he loves his city - even though he sees it honestly.

That's the beauty of the wonder.

Sometimes it's good to sit back and stop taking the place you live in and love for granted. Recently I had a house guest and as I showed her around Montpellier it brought back to me why I'm here and why I'll stay here.

Yes, the post office sucks.

Yes, everyone drinks too much.

Yes, I've seen friends become sad coke heads.

Yes, lots of people are unfaithful to their partners.

Yes, the electric company is essentially an extortion scheme.

Yes, there are no cops in our area after 6 p.m. and people sometimes get mugged.

Yes, there is racism.

Yes, unemployment is way too high.

Yes, the endless strikes and near riots are a pain in the ass.

But, you know what?

My city. My wonder.
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