i was in junior high when i heard women and children first

some kid brought the record to school.

there were no turntables in school.

but he brought it because he had just seen the light. he had heard the incredible sounds and jungle rhythms of Everybody Wants Some and he was going to spread the word to his brothers and sisters.

and im glad he did because even though i had no money to go to the store and get the record, somehow i heard it too and i too felt the wildness it contained

who were these golden gods?

as much as i loved AC/DC, there was a looseness to van halen. it wasn’t so scripted.

if anything the pattern was: guitar, hook, breakdown, david lee roth saying something sexual, and then a giant climax.

works for me.

i saw van halen play exactly three times.

the first was over the summer in illinois when i was in college. tracey d, who i had dated while being an ice cream man got us tickets.

that girl was a true leader. no girl had ever bought ME tickets to a concert. but she knew i loved them and she did too. sadly this was the Van Hagar era and even though i didnt really love the new tunes, Sammy was entertaining and afterwards tracey asked me to spend the night with her, something i had never done before so, hubba hubba.

the second time was with karisa at Staples Center decades later. for some reason we were fighting. was she late? was i late? who knows. but we missed the opener Kool & the Gang. but were in time for the middle opener, Cheap Trick who i had never seen before for some reason. they were fine.

this was the reunited Van Halen with DLR back. he had a weird little sliding area up front. strange tap shoes kinda. it was like a vaudeville guy fronting a hair metal band. it was awkward. but the music — oh lord the music soothed everything.

the last time was with jeanine at the Hollywood Bowl. she was sleeping on my couch and was a guitar god herself. we had good seats. the stars were out. and it was a much much better show. soooo long. they played everything they could. wolfie was on bass. it was a perfect night.

when amber announced that Eddie had died, i rushed to TMZ where she had read it and then to Twitter where I saw Wolfgang’s tweet and I wrote a quickie little obit for Los Angeleno’s FB and Twitter and i realized i needed to call Scott Sterling who never picks up the phone

but he did with a “this day is like when Prince died.”

Scott had written a little book about being the only Black kid at the Women and Children First concert in Detroit. so we talked for 20 minutes and i recorded it so i could quote him for the real obit i wanted to write.

then i emailed Parry Gripp who wrote and performed “Van Halen” for Nerf Herder many moons ago. he wrote back very quickly, and kindly. he too should be in any obit of that great band.

and then i wrote it as fast as i could because i had something important to do at 3:30pm

something life changing, potentially, that i hope to reveal later this month.

finished it at 3pm. and felt good about it. particularly the way Eddie’s Frankenstrat looked on our page.

the young editor who copyedits me found a generic pic of Eddie with short hair and asked if i wanted to replace the image of the guitar with the pic and i was all, yeah no.

ah the kids.

throughout the day i wanted to cry.

i knew he had cancer. hell, in 2000 before the busblog even existed i made this photo essay about it. (click the pictures)

over the most recent years i had heard Eddie call in to Howard Stern. the two were friends IRL. i knew he struggled with booze. i knew 65 is way past the expiration date of rock stars.

but he’s still a guitar hero who was at such a level it almost seemed like a cartoon. otherworldly.

eddie van halen, like jimi hendrix, was someone you couldn’t even put in a discussion because it ends the debates. it’s not fair. he’s the high score you have to toss out with the lowest score so you could properly find the average.

he was the opposite of the average.

and he became that legend on his very first fucking record.

whose demo was produced by Gene Simmons of KISS because when he first heard Eddie, he too was instantly all in

just like that nameless kid in my junior high.

just like me.

what if im addicted to twitter?

since Friday i have been without my phone. my girlfriend is more uptight about that than i am.

WHAT IF THERES AN EMERGENCY she asked as we drove to Inglewood last night to get some ribs.

then i die.

have my ashes sprinkled among the ashes of Hollywood.

the day before we went to Target and she did not let me leave my phone at home in case we got seperated in the two story store in Pasadena.

now its lost somewhere in this house, locked, and trust me when i tell you last night when i gleefully told her i dont care where it was she about blew a gasket.

things i miss about my phone are minimal. i miss calling my mom when i go on long drives. i miss having it tethered via bluetooth to my car’s Alexa so i can say hey alexa play Tsar

but other than that it has been a pleasant separation and im sure my phone feels the same way about me.

but this twitter. holy moley, i had no idea.

it all happened saturday night, as per my previous post. i watched Josie get arrested and via twitter and my iMessage i was able to alert some of the people she works with. Lord knows i was not going to sit on my hands as she wa being driven to prison because of some weirdo goal to be off the grid.

but as the conversations got weirder and weirder on Twitter regarding her case, the first amendment and the plausibility of a pro journalist jumping into a law enforcement scrum like some modern day Leroy Jenkins i began seeing why i love social media so much.

often times it’s an interesting conversation, but moreso it’s debating with people who are so different both politically and otherwise that it’s eye opening that we can both be looking at the same half full glass of water and they say

not only is it half empty but because of Obama it’s undrinkable.

theres many things i should have studied at UCSB than poetry, namely: Spanish, coding, and apparently Philosophy. I flunked two courses in school, a cinema class on Buster Keaton because i refused to over analyze his slapstick comedy because i didnt want to ruin future viewings, and the philosophy of Berkeley because apparently im dumber than i look.

in that class we had one book. it was a paperback called The Philosophy of Berkeley. It was about 75 pages. I couldn’t get through 5 of them.

im someone who was able to read much of The Bible, Finnegans Wake, and The Sound and the Fury in college. while distracted by the beach, the ladies, and my real goal: writing 100+ articles for the Daily Nexus a year. but those who understand philosophy is something i really admire because it was so foreign to me.

Give me Faulkner’s crazy, trippy, stoned, drunk run on sentences and Joyce’s Ulysses (which I tried to read on shrooms) any day over philosophy.

I read Milton’s Paradise Lost as an ice cream man on summer vacation, for fun but i bombed big time with Berkeley which is why i appreciate trying to conversate with these twitter people with their American flag icons in their bio about what a good journalist can and cannot do.

and yesterday i went on twitter to see the rest of the debate AND TODAY I DID IT TOO!

partially i did it because two of my stories for Los Angeleno were published over the last few days an i want people to read them.

the first was about diversity at the Oscars and how their new rules can be easily gamed

and the other is about diversity at the LA Times and how they really should bite the bullet and let Angel Jennings have full on veto powers otherwise she will be frustrated as merely a token.

going forward i have no other excuses.

but here is the biggest problem i have with twitter: i learn s much. i follow about 1,300 people. about half of them are fully alive on the platform, tweeting out and retweeting fascinating things. news breaks and theyre on it.

who doesn’t love breaking news?

who doesnt want to talk about the president visiting california and saying that the global warming will just disappear? who doesnt want to talk about the Bears’ crazy comeback yesterday or the Cubs’ no hitter or a thousand other things?

i do i do i do!

the greatest thing about being the blog editor of the LA Times was being able to bounce from desk to desk and talk with some of the greatest writers and editors of those sections about the stories theyre working on and how we can make the ones theyve recently published get seen.

it was like going to college and being given an All Access pass to every classroom, all the star students, and all the best professors. every day i learned so much.

twitter is a tiny version of that. oftentimes the journalists will tell you in real time what they are working on or what their recently published stories are all about. and the best ones will answer your questions. you do not need to be a Philosophy major to chat with them because they see the half full glass of water and will talk all day with you about it.

using their real names.

using links to support their point of view.

and often the people who follow them are also interesting and educated people who also want to learn.

so why am i giving that up for even a week?

because all addictions should be put under control.

even if they are fulfilling and wonderful and incredible.

at least for me.

things i wrote for los angeleno last month

birthday

i had terrible writers block last month.

i just coudnt get it together.

i struggled harder than i have — ever. just too much was going on. like all the time. finally i snapped out of it.

how?

i just let that gunk flow through me and waited. and finally it was gone. and i was able to get back to writing.

but if that makes you think i wasnt concerned AF, youd be wrong. fortunately i was able to eek these out:

Why My Girlfriend Doesn’t Want to Eat in a Parking Garage in Glendale

Why Not Just Party if the Cops — and Everyone Else — Are Doing it?

Picking a Psychiatrist’s Brain About Kanye, Racism, and the Rise of Karens

Twitter Sounds Off on Kamala Harris’ VP Nomination

Uber and Lyft Poised to Hit Cancel on California Like the Losers They Are

Who Is That Masked Man Offering Me Pizza?

The Buck Stops Here: NBA, WNBA, MLS and some MLB Games Postponed

dear people of a certain age

A year ago today I was super frustrated trying to get a job in Social Media. I had a pretty good track record. Just about every place I was allowed to be free saw a giant uptick in all of the metrics any boss cared about.

But for some reason I couldn’t get a job interview to save my life.

Was it because I was 2x the age of the others who were applying for the job?

Were these hiring managers fearful that I would demand a giant salary? Were they nervous that I would quickly demand my boss’s job?

One guy said, “Tony, hiring the Social Media Person is the one chance men have a great excuse to get a smoking hot recent college grad into the office. You lost them at Tony.”

Could that be true? Who knows. But it was depressing.

When did being experienced, thinking outside the box, using creativity, being courageous, and learning how to adjust in an ever-changing career raise so many red flags?

And when will companies and organizations realize that giving the most junior staffers the biggest microphones is borderline crazy? And worse: sending out messages through social via a committee of senior managers with zero experience in social media almost always comes across as soulless and stale?Thus useless.

Fortunately Sophia Kercher a fellow graduate of the Robyn Bell school of Fuck Yeah invited me to a Los Angeleno party at a former strip club where I was introduced to the incredible staff and publisher, and things so far have been a smashing success.

Not only do I get to write what I want but I handle our Twitter and Facebook.

Last week I posted something on Facebook that reached 8 million people,  tripled our followers, and boosted our newsletter subscribers.

While at the Academy I increased followers by 4,000% but I only had 2 or 3 FB posts that did over 5 million. One was about Titanic, and one was the Genie Yr Free. I think the whole time I was there just two Oscar night items ever got 5 million reach and that was when Leo finally won and the final video of Moonlight winning.

But we had the advantage of having 1-2 million followers at the Oscars.

8 million reach from an audience of a couple thousand, during a pandemic when allegedly no one is in front of their computers like they typically are, is a damn miracle.

Age means nothing in social media.

I’ve seen high schoolers do incredible things and hopefully I’ve shown that 50somethings can still run circles around recent college grads with all of their theories.

We should all be so lucky to be blessed with bosses who will allow us the freedom to succeed in bigger ways than we could ever imagine.

I’m very grateful to Lauren, the publisher of Los Angeleno, for letting me do my thing when others wouldn’t even pick up the phone.

10 things i wrote in June for Los Angeleno


it’s funny. i dont think i write much. i dont think i write as well as i used to. i dont think theres any magic in my makeup. when i look in the mirror i dont see the man i thought i would be.

then something happens. then something gets popular. and i think i still got it.

which is ridiculous because who cares if the public responds? who cares if the right people at the right time click the retweet button? did that make what i wrote any better? shouldnt i just judge myself with my heart?

shouldnt i just say, i wouldnta published it if i didnt think it was good?

i have never cared about people’s approval. why start now? because im not 21 any more? because im not getting 100s of comments on shit anymore? trust me, in 2020 if youre getting 100s of comments on something it’s probably bad news.

last month i was in DEEP on the Rona beat. then i had to also do the BLM beat. it was a lot. it kept me from features and Q&As which is why this month i’ve been asked to lay off the roundups and focus more on original things.

this week imma write about baseball and swimming pools. but best laid plans… who knows i might meet the coolest Somebody and talk to them for an hour and write it all up and dole it all out. thats why i love Los Angeleno.

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Skip the Lines and Get Tested for COVID-19 at Home

 

here’s what i wrote for Los Angeleno in April

Pretty sure this is the most productive I’ve ever been as a reporter. Even with LAist I didn’t produce these many original pieces in one month.

Of note: interviews with American Apparel founder Dov Charney about what his new company, Los Angeles Apparel is doing to help curb the pandemic, a visit to a Walmart in the Valley as it gets new pallets of toilet paper and paper towels, features on a radio journalist from KNX and an outgoing Pulitzer winner from the LA Times, an interview with an ICU doc in Palm Springs who uses the controversial cocktail to try to save lives of coronavirus patients, a feature on smokeless weed with several fascinating people, and a bunch of news wrap-ups all about the terrible virus that changed everything.

And I took some cool pictures.

Coronavirus: Fountains of Wayne Co-founder Dies; Covered California Extension

Dov Charney’s New Passion: Face Masks

Coronavirus: 1M Global Cases; Furloughs Hit Disney

Coronavirus: Richard Simmons Returns; News Viewership Up

T.P. Hits the Shelves — ‘This is Like War Rationing’

Know Your Journalist: KNX’s Claudia Peschiutta

Coronavirus: County Extends Stay-at-Home Order; Supplies Stolen at Naval Medical Center

this month has been busy for journalists – and me

here’s what i wrote and co-wrote for Los Angeleno this month

it’s been wild

As Pot Sales Boom, Many Encourage Smoke-Free Consumption

Coronavirus: L.A. Beaches Close; Free Bus Rides for Some of L.A. County

Dear L.A. Times: Take Down Your Paywall

Coronavirus: L.A.’s Crime is Down; Angels Star ‘Going Crazy’ at Home

Angelenos Answer: ‘Are You Middle Class?’

Local Food Bank Triples in Business, Gets A Bump from Artist Shepard Fairey

10 Things That Are Suddenly Free

Coronavirus: A Pause in Mortgage Payments; Beware Zoombombing

An Open Letter to Uber and Lyft Drivers Right Now

Coronavirus: Sheriff Warns Strip Clubs to Shutter, MOCA Layoffs

Predictions for a Post-Coronavirus 2020

Coronavirus: Garcetti Puts the Kibosh on Hiking, Questions Rise About Test Access

Coronavirus: 292 Confirmed Cases in the County, Chinese Restaurants Face Xenophobia

Coronavirus: Governor Asks for Navy Ship to Dock in L.A., Glendora Man Dies After Visiting Florida

10 Films Streaming Right Now That Will Transport You

Coronavirus: L.A. County Courts Close; Apple Pan Delivers

Coronavirus: Moratorium on Parking Tickets; Sheriff to Release Over 600 Inmates

Meet the Bernie — and Trump — Supporters Hanging Out in Venice

Angelenos Answer: ‘Are You Middle Class?’ – Los Angeleno, 3/20/2020

For many retail workers and business owners — even before the COVID-19 pandemic — the answer is fraught.

When you ask strangers who they think belongs in the middle class and if they consider themselves to be a part of it, so much depends on who you ask and where they live. Part of their answers are often measured by where they grew up, where their family’s roots are or where they work.

Several weeks ago, we went to talk to workers in three L.A. neighborhoods: Panorama City, Inglewood and the Fairfax District. And we asked Angelenos in the service industry — do you consider yourself middle class?

This was before the COVID-19 pandemic, when many retail workers and small business owners were still gainfully employed; before work for many evaporated almost overnight and California unemployment claims began skyrocketing.

But even before the current crisis, for many, the answer to the middle-class question stirred up strong emotions like sadness and anger because they felt that the economic status no longer included them. Several even said that in L.A. it’s practically impossible to attain the basic things relatives in other parts of the U.S. are able to achieve: homeownership, new cars, savings, vacation, retirement plans.

One thing unified our respondents, however. They said they love Los Angeles and want to stay here. Even if it means working two jobs, living with parents or clocking in some long hours as small business owners — L.A. is home.

We hope that in this new wave of economic uncertainty that remains the case.

The Valley

Our first stop was the Panorama Mall in Panorama City — which isn’t a city, by the way, it’s a neighborhood — just north of Van Nuys. Panorama City is home to about 70,000 people who share 3.65 square miles in the San Fernando Valley. That’s more than 18,000 people per square mile, making Panorama City one of the most densely packed neighborhoods in the county. Over 70% of Panorama City is Latino, where the average household earns about $45K a year — low for the county — and each one contains about 3.6 people — which is high for the county.

Needless to say, the people in this working-class neighborhood are struggling to reach a middle-class lifestyle.

The Panorama Mall, which was built in the 1950s, boasts 75 specialty stores and is connected to a two-story Walmart. Across the street stands an abandoned Montgomery Ward that has been shuttered since 2001.

Inside the mall, older, possibly retired men of various nationalities lounge on rows of massage chairs and watch YouTube videos on their phones thanks to the free wifi. None of them use the massage feature. They laugh and chat with each other as uniformed security guards stroll by. They seem happy to have someone in the mall besides the employees.

We chatted with those working in the mall starting with Yarissa Flore of Bella all Natural.

Flore is a native Angeleno whose parents are originally from Michoacán, Mexico. Her folks moved to L.A. a few years before she was born and they own a home in South L.A. with an affordable mortgage.

Despite being at the age where many would find a roommate and move into an apartment, Flore lives at home with her parents for a variety of reasons, most of all, cheap rent.

Last year, the New York Times reported, that Angelenos need to earn $47.52 an hour to afford the median rent. Since Bella all Natural is not paying their sales clerks $93K a year, Yarissa commutes from her home near USC to the Valley each day.

“My mom is a stay-at-home mom,” Flore says. “She would help me with my homework after school, which was great. But my dad is always go-go-go. He’s always working. He never gets time off. But even when he does, the phone is always non-stop.”

Her grandparents have a visa that allows them to visit as often as they want, but they choose to stay in Mexico. Flore doesn’t think that her grandparents consider her family in L.A. middle class.

“No, they probably think we are at the bottom,” she says, laughing from behind the counter of perfectly aligned vitamins and supplements. “My grandpa has land and business over there. And other sons. They plant coconuts and limes and stuff, so they’re well-off. My grandpa is like, ‘Just come back home.’”

Tempting as it is, she’ll pass.

“I wouldn’t live there,” Flore says, “I can only be there like four days and I’m done. The internet is so slow. And everyone knows each other. That’s weird.” She’s a California girl who considers herself and her family middle class. Sorry, gramps.

So what would she like to see herself doing once she is more successful? “Being able to take vacations,” she says. “Not worrying about the price on the tag for clothes. Being able to pay bills without worrying about the balance.”

As we stroll through the mall, we decide to strike up a conversation with David Levi, owner of Fragrance Appeal. Levi has sold a wide variety of perfumes and colognes in that spot for a few years now and is glad to report that he saw better sales this Christmas than the previous one. He credits President Donald Trump for that.

For Levi, the middle class comprises “people who are working, paying their bills, surviving and living from month-to-month.”

“Middle-class people can live well if they can handle their paycheck wisely and if they’re not lazy,” Levi says. “Also, if they cook at home and not eat at restaurants too much.”

Are his customers middle class?

“Yes,” he says confidently.

Does he assume that’s the case because his customers do their research and come to him instead of buying Calvin Klein’s Obsession at a department store?

“Yes, because I will give them a better price,” he says. “This is a mall of middle-class people. This area is middle class. It can also be lower class. It’s mixed. I don’t know the statistics, but I guess there’s more middle class here. We are right in the middle.”

Of the dozens of specialty stores in the mall, electronics and furniture chain Curacao stands out as one of its anchors. Formerly La Curacao, the company caters to Latinos in L.A., Nevada and Arizona. And just outside Curacao at the Panorama Mall, you’ll find James Rivera, a salesperson for Spectrum cable and internet.

To understand the middle class, Rivera says, is to understand his company’s bundled packages.

Spectrum’s Gold Package goes for $170 a month. You get all the channels. There is also a combo that includes fewer channels but offers a wide selection of channels in Spanish. That one is $70 a month and includes internet and phone service.

His Basic Package delivers just 25 channels for $25 a month. Rivera says he signs a lot of people up for the Basic Package at the Panorama Mall these days.

Does being in the middle class mean that you have internet in your home?

“Internet is like electricity to people now — or water,” he says. “It’s necessary now.”

Rivera says those in the middle class often choose his middle package. But more of his customers can’t afford it or won’t pay up for all of those channels. Instead, they purchase smart devices like Roku or Amazon’s Fire Stick as an alternative to full-blown cord-cutting.

Despite all of this, Rivera says business is good and he expects a modest bonus.

“When rich people move into a new place,” he says, “they know it’s going to have cable and internet, for sure. We are the first people they call. But middle-class people think about it … before they get it.”

Down at Wetzel’s Pretzels, we found Kimberly Perez-Solis handing out samples to eager shoppers. She is studying political science in college and wants to be a civil liberties attorney one day. When she’s not in school, she’s at work. It’s a grind that doesn’t allow for much of a personal life and definitely not any vacations.

“You have to work every day if you’re part of the working class,” Perez-Solis says. “Vacation is not smart, financially.”

Neither is living in California. When asked if she knows anyone at work who owns their own home, she says she doesn’t think so. Employees of the pretzel chain in other states might be better off, though, she says.

“It’s very rare to find someone in the middle class who owns a house in California,” she says. “But if you ask someone at the Wetzel’s Pretzels in Iowa, it would be different. California is the most expensive state, so houses aren’t very affordable.”

Will becoming an attorney get her out of the middle class?

“Yes. It might. Law school and university is very expensive,” she says, already calculating how many years it would take her to pay off student loans. Her climb is all uphill. First things first, though, for her, is getting that education.

Elie Cardoza is bright and peppy and exactly the person you would want working for you at a store like Eddie’s Beauty Supply. He’s got such a positive attitude that even when he describes a negative situation, he does so with a smile on his face.

“I feel middle-class people don’t have the same rights as rich people,” he says. “We’re looked down upon. Take a look at Mr. Donald Trump. Look at what money can do for you. There’s people with money who do things they’re not supposed to do and they get away with it.”

Cardoza used to work in the food industry in Woodland Hills, an area he considers to be very wealthy.

“I was looked down on by the rich people there,” he says. “I’ve gotten cussed out, I’ve gotten — because of my sexuality — everything. But I come here to Van Nuys, and sometimes someone can be rude, but I am not looked down upon.”

Cardoza says he doesn’t know why one class treats another so poorly, especially in the food world where people in the kitchen can do nasty things to retaliate. He says he feels much more comfortable in the mall, in part, because of his heritage.

“Here I am considered middle class by customers because I am Latino, but in Woodland Hills, I am considered less because I am Latino,” he says.

Inglewood

No city in L.A. is going through more growing pains than Inglewood, the “City of Champions,” mostly due to the $2 billion mega football stadium being built on land that was once the home of Hollywood Park. The rents in Inglewood have soared so quickly that the city rushed to cap rent increases at 5% to 8% per year.

Many renters are still going to be in a squeeze since most people do not get 8% raises each year.

Inglewood is a near-perfect split among black and brown. The last census revealed the city’s population is 40.6% African-American and 40% Latino. At $46K, the median household income is a hair higher than Panorama City’s, but still low for the county. Over 26% of households with families are led by a single parent — which is high for the county. The struggle is real.

People call him Rico the Barber, which would be confusing if his name was Paul.

We caught Rico as he was having lunch at Comfort L.A., a relatively healthy, all-organic soul food restaurant.

Rico grew up in the South Bay in the ’90s and says he got everything he wanted because his family was solidly middle class. If he wanted a train for Christmas, he got one. But quickly, he came to realize he was fortunate.

“I grew up in Torrance but I hung out in Inglewood,” he says, “I hung out in South Central. I would go to my friend’s house and they don’t have the bare minimum of things. And I’d be like, ‘Damn.’ But then, I’d go to certain houses in Inglewood and they had it all, cars — everything.”

In between those extremes he also saw the middle, who he says comprise most of the people that he calls his friends.

“[The] middle class are people who work to pay bills, who work to purchase important things,” he says. “The money they make they use toward their homes, use toward their kids, use toward these bills that need to be taken care of. The poor don’t have anything and the rich has more than they need.”

Inglewood is quickly gentrifying and Rico sees it hurting those with lower incomes.

“Inglewood is pushing people out now,” Rico says. “You have to strap down or get out. That’s just how it is now. Cats are living in these bullshit apartments and they’re paying $3,000 a month. In Inglewood!”

Why?

“To keep it 100 — it’s a different race being brought to Inglewood. Caucasians. Asians,” he says.

So in order to keep his business growing, he had to build a private studio aimed at pro athletes and celebrities. If he was losing his middle-class clientele, he wanted a more upscale environment than a traditional neighborhood barbershop.

“I have a want and need of nice things,” Rico says, tapping on one of the two iPhones he carries. “I have a 9-year-old son. I want to go places. I want to enjoy life. I want to cut my grass and paint my house. And I want to walk out of my front yard and say, ‘Hey what’s up, how you doing?’ On a good vibe.”

And for that, he had to pivot away from $10 hair cuts.

Around the block, you’ll see a sign for Jino’s Pizza Beer. It is now known as Sunday Gravy.

Jino’s Pizza was founded in the early ’70s by a 25-year-old Persian immigrant named Ahmad Bashirian. But most people called him Jino.

Against all odds, it became a hit. Apparently, the community appreciated a non-chain pizza spot that had fresh ingredients and pleasant service.

Bashirian was so successful that he opened 12 other restaurants in L.A. — all in underserved areas like Carson, Hawthorne and other parts of South L.A. As time passed, he sold all but the original Jino’s, which is now run by his L.A.-born daughter, Ghazi and his son, Sol under the name Sunday Gravy.

When the siblings took over, they made many changes including trimming down the menu to focus on authentic Italian cuisine. The shift worked. In January, Eater placed Sunday Gravy on its list of 18 Essential Pasta Restaurants in L.A. The Bashirian touch lived on.

Ghazi says even though her dad built the business, he was reluctant to encourage his children to get involved in it because he knew how much time it took to be successful, and that time will take you away from your children. But such is the delicate balance and tough tradeoffs involved in owning a small business.

To Sol, people in the middle class “don’t have to worry about putting food on their table and making payments on their house. They can live a life where they can be healthy and happy and not worry about finances. It’s really that idea of the nuclear family who can live a decent life based on the work that they have.”

And that is gone, he says.

“I think it’s done,” Sol says. “I feel like we live in such a pressurized society that even [for] the families who do come here and can eat here on a regular basis, there’s always that little bit of worry on the back of their head that something could happen. I think our health care system has a lot to do with that. You never really know what’s covered and what’s not.”

Sol says that friends and customers his age are slow to start families these days because of the expense — which squeezes the size of the middle class.

“I think it’s shrunk so tremendously. If you look at the prices on my menu and see the quality I’m giving people — I’ve been told ‘This is food you could sell in other parts of L.A. for 50% more in price.’ I keep prices low because I want people in here who are in this community,” he says, adding that his bread comes from a neighborhood bakery.

“I want everyone to be able to eat my food,” he says. “I don’t want people who have lived here for a long time to have to move when we have amazing resources here. Bringing those quality foods here is a continuation of what my dad did.”

On the other side of town, we ran into Misael Ortega. He sells custom-made furniture at the corner of 8th and Florence Avenues during the week and at swap meets in Palmdale on Sundays.

It might be a tough hustle to sell goods in a barren parking lot, but Ortega has dealt with so much more in his young life. So his perspective about the middle class is radically different than the others we talked with, but his definition seems to be in line with theirs.

“I feel that middle class is local businesses or people trying to start their own thing,” Ortega says. “It’s people who want to rise, but they haven’t reached that top yet.”

The 22-year-old immigrated here from Puebla, Mexico and recently became a U.S. citizen. “I remember when we moved up here it was really difficult,” he says. “Coming from a place that was like a Third World country, city life was just really different.”

Having grown up in rural Puebla, this meant working harder to meet basic necessities.

“You had to bring water to your house,” Ortega says. “Here you just turn the dial. Because of living like that, I feel like I know what lower class is.”

That experience made him adverse to working a typical 9-to-5 job. Instead, he wants to be part of a local, family-owned business where he has more control over his future. And he has good reason to believe in himself. Ortega has watched his family go from ironworks to kitchen cabinets to furniture in just a matter of years. Each of their previous businesses still exists.

As far as markers of the middle class, Misael knows that having a car doesn’t always mean you’re doing well. He recalls living next to a small one-bedroom house in Watts whose several occupants crowded inside while two exotic cars sat parked out front.

Ortega does, however, view his vehicle as a symbol of progress.

“I feel that my family is middle class. Ten years ago, I would say we were lower class. I used to take all these busses right here,” he says, pointing down Florence Avenue. “That would be my form of transportation. Now, I don’t have that need. I mean, I don’t want to waste gas because I don’t want to make the Earth worse, but having a car is really important for work.”

The Fairfax District

Compared to Inglewood and Panorama City, the fact that the Fairfax area has a median income of $66K per household might make it seem borderline rich, but in actuality, it’s within the average in L.A. County. The population is 84% white and more than half of its residents over 25 have a four-year degree — which is pretty high compared to the rest of the county. Conversely, the average household includes just two people, which is relatively low in the county.

What’s telling, is that the people who we spoke to, who work in the historic Farmer’s Market, happy, optimistic and as sharp as they are, can’t afford to live in the neighborhood.

Yet.

Chris Meehan and his wife Prodigy are school teachers who decided to jump into the competitive world of bookselling. How competitive? Well, the richest man in the USA has a website that was based on book sales.

The couple runs Elephant Alley Children’s Books and they’re online too.

Prodigy is an aspiring children’s book author. After the couple noticed that they had collected a wide variety of books as research, it occurred to them that it might be great to turn that into something where they aren’t spending money, but making a little bit of money instead. So they began selling at local farmers markets around their home in the South Bay.

“It went well, but it’s a lot of work to bring bookshelves and five to six boxes of books to a market, set up, sell for four hours,” and then tear down and bring it home, he says, only to sell a disappointing amount of books. “It was a lot of work for not a lot of return on investment.”

They figured that since they were in the world of farmers markets, why not email the Farmers Market by the Grove to see what opportunities might be there.

“They were very, very receptive,” Chris says. “They were curious to hear what we were doing. They were super supportive.” So the market offered them space.

Despite there being a three-story Barnes & Noble nearby, along with other distractions for children, according to Chris, their trial run at the Farmers Market, which began in November, has been a success.

“I think they were pretty happy with us,” Chris says. “They posted on their Instagram and sent people to us.”

But truth be told, there is a lot of competition for his would-be customer’s cash.

“Food here is pricy,” he says, “there’s an amazing toy store — the oldest one in L.A. There’s a sticker store that sells just stickers. There’s two different ice cream shops, which kids love. And there’s a candy bar. So there’s a lot vying for the kids’ attention. And then in the Grove, there’s American Girl. So yeah, there’s a lot of competition.”

There was a time when two teachers could afford a house in L.A., but that is no longer the case it seems.

“With two teachers, buying a house is tricky,” he says. “Buying a house in this area is impossible. Even with three income earners, it’s not going to happen. Places like Lawndale, Inglewood and South Bay are more affordable. I have friends who are teachers who were able to buy a house in the South Bay. It needed some work and they’ve been fixing it up over the years.”

Most teachers have summers off. Chris says that some of his cohorts earned extra money in the summer as tutors or from random jobs. He says he used that time for traveling or for planning on opening a bookstore instead.

We couldn’t leave before visiting Kip’s Toyland, the “amazing” toy store Chris had mentioned earlier. There we found 17-year-old Jonathan Ortiz working on the sales floor. He was born and raised in Koreatown and is a senior at Roybal Learning Center.

He says that when the landlord raised the rent in the apartment he shares with his parents, he told them he would cover the difference with the money he earns working at the toy store. He works as much as he can after school and on Saturdays.

He is the oldest of three children. His father works for the post office and his mom is a housewife.

Was it great to have a stay-at-home mom?

“Yes,” he says.

Was food was waiting for you when you got home?

“Yep,” he says.

Will you go to college next fall?

“I’m not sure,” he says. “It’s a really tough decision. That’s the thing — the money. It’s hard for us middle-class people.”

If he gets into Cal State Northridge, which is his first choice, Ortiz would look into moving out and living in the dorms. “I’ve heard that it’s fun,” he says.

According to Ortiz, he can tell the difference between affluent customers and those who might be middle class based on how they shop.

“When it’s a big purchase, it’s like nothing,” he says. “It’s shocking. They’ll just pull out the money like, ‘Here you go.’ They’ve just spent like $300 on toys. It’s like no big deal to them. Most of the time, when I show them around they say ‘Yes’ to everything.”

Middle-class people, however, are less impulsive. “Sometimes they’re picky, but if I think about the really good toys, they’ll usually buy it,” he says.

Ortiz says middle-class people usually like to buy Legos, Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots, Lite-Brite and Nerf products because they’re reasonably priced and durable.

On the way out, we had to make one final stop at the gourmet cheese store Itty’s Cheese, curious to learn just who its frequent shoppers are.

“People in the middle class are people who can afford to live without struggling,” says Alana Luckart from the small confines of the store. “If you have income to buy extra cheese, you’re probably middle class. Although, I am not middle class, I buy cheese because I love cheese. It’s why I work here.”

She’s a perfect fit for the place.

“Cheese is life. I mean, I have it tattooed on my arm,” she says, pulling up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo of Swiss cheese with the word “Cheesus” written below.

Why do you think you are not in the middle class?

“Because I used to be and I know I’m not anymore,” she says. “I used to have a house and a family and a career and all that good stuff. But that was my other life when I was married and I am not anymore. I’m sort of a nomad now. I guess because it’s easier. That’s how I afford to live.”

Luckart is the mother of a 19-year-old college student who she lives with now.

“She came down here to go to school,” she says. “Her dad is paying for her apartment. I said, ‘I’m going to stay with you for a while.’”

Twenty years ago, according to Luckart, being in the middle class was “more attainable for people.”

“People were able to be in the middle class without working so hard,” she says. “I don’t think there’s a middle class anymore. There’s a lower-middle-class and there’s the rest of us below. And then there’s the rich.”

But is there something about cheese that unites the classes?

“It’s true. Everybody loves cheese.”