Submitted by Nicky Fleming
Years ago, whizzing through the light just in front of Hoag to avoid an elderly man in an oversized Cadillac, I caught sight of the Placentia sign and my first thought was, ‘it gave me life, it’s going to darn well take it away again!”
Now I drive up and down Placentia every day to and from work. I find myself always looking at the little homes opposite the elementary school between Victoria and Wilson and think how precarious they are. Endless lines of mothers pushing strollers almost as big as they are from Wilson Elementary, babies in the strollers, hanging off the strollers and dawdling behind. In the mornings there is a very brave traffic guard controlling the cars and the masses but in the evening, when people are in a rush to get home, that intersection and the apartments that border it, stand courageously, enveloping the families that live within their walls.