Fluttered back from a Washington DC visit Tuesday. Enough light left in the day to see, as we passed Echo Park Lake, that the paddle boats are still parked on the water there, even though the concession is, for now, canceled. Then, following drop-off: Enough light left in the day to walk Rosie the dog in Elysian Park, with my daughter Madeleine, who was ready for a walk, too, after hours on a plane. On the way to the park we passed the ruins on upper Ewing of a house that burned down decades ago, aka the graffiti pit. Sometimes there's nothing lovelier than a scene of destruction after it's had time to settle, providing the disaster was not your own. There were four boys standing amid the 3-D graffiti – the stone floors and walls being covered – the oldest of them looked about 14.