I stopped off at my local golf course for a cup of coffee this morning. The place is falling apart. The cafe had no pie. The formerly well-stocked pro shop is now just a vacant storeroom for stacked up chairs. The baseboard was coming off the wall in the access corridor. I could see wood rot in the support beams outside. This is a municipal course and Los Angeles has no money for upkeep. It's like living in a third world country, which increasingly it is.
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