Oh man, I wish I had that stuff. There have to be tens of thousands of letters and diaries just as vivid out there, moldering in shoe boxes all over Southern California. They’re hidden among duds, naturally — the dull to-do lists and appointment calendars. But at least once in every box, I swear there’d be a keeper, a scrap that suddenly illuminates the city, the writer, the times. We should save them from the backhoe’s claw.
Source: latimes.com – Los Angeles Times