The Los Angeles River
It’s supposed to be a river. It looks more like a poorly traveled freeway. An elongated concrete basin. Not even an aqueduct. That would require water going someplace, maybe to nurture things or to create power with motion.
The LA River, as most natives declare in scorn, is less an irrigation source and more a tolerated embarrassment. Passing over bridge after bridge, I can’t avoid this enigma. Why go through all the effort to build bridges? If there is no water, why bother? Couldn’t that have saved concrete, time, money? What is, or was, the point?