By H. Rosenfeld
First they came for the “Bubbleman” (SMDP, April 5, page 1), kicking him out of town. But I was forever blowing bubbles, so I didn’t do anything. Then they came for the kettle korn kioskers, the sweetest Promenade item left. But I didn’t do anything, I was just popping off. No, wait, first they came for a guy sitting on a milk crate (be careful where you plant it), because he was in violation of an ordinance that prohibits sitting on objects in the Bayside District. And even though I objected, I sat on my butt. Finally they came for... ?
Originally published in the Santa Monica Daily Press print edition on April 10, 2006. Read the original PDF.