About two days ago, I saw a new fence going up – or going across, I should say. It is one of those modern fences that I liked when they first started appearing a few years ago: broad-plank, horizontal. It’s a widely acknowledged discussion, these days: the walling of Los Angeles. My friend Greg Goldin wrote about it nicely in the Los Angeles Times Magazine a couple of years ago. Feelings are mixed. I was pleased as punch a year-and-a-half ago when we had a fence built in front of my own front yard.