Intern Edition

Meghan Forbes spent one memorable afternoon this winter in the home of Albert Lew, and brings us here the most poignant bits of that conversation.

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Meghan Forbes gives us one last audio postcard from Broadway before the big day. April 2nd marks the launch of the Intern Edition radio show. You can find Meghan’s piece on Broadway, introducing Sia from Kiss Pizza, in the B segment.

At a small newsstand, I found this man (he requested anonymity), who suggested more a more dire reason for the exodus of shoppers from Broadway.

In Cinderella Bridal, Meghan Forbes found Miguel, who offered a very balanced view on Broadway.

After speaking with the likes of Fernando, Ed Kelsey, and Jim, Miguel brought a very different, carefully weighed perspective of how the clean up on Broadway is changing the neighborhood. And, he provided a different reason for why the street’s Latino shoppers are starting to shop elsewhere.

Back on Broadway, Meghan Forbes brings us yet another voice from the streets.  

Husky Boy #6 is a tiny foodstand on Broadway, wedged between the Orpheum Theater and a parking lot. After speaking to Ed Kelsey at the theater, I spoke to the owner of this stand, Jim Lao, an emigre from Thailand who runs the shop with his wife, Julie. Coming full circle, this is also where I spoke to Fernando, whom I found enjoying some early morning conversation at the Husky.

From the Orpheum theater, Meghan Forbes captures a different voice of Broadway.

The current revitalization on Broadway is a multi-faceted issue. A few weeks ago, I posted the sound of tattooed Fernando on these pages. And now, an entirely different perspective on the neighborhood is presented in the voice of Ed Kelsey, manager of the Orpheum theater.

In a fit of guilty pleasure, Meghan Forbes gets nostalgic.

Spring comes early in Southern California, and with spring comes my longing for you. It is an early day in March, and I feel the sun beat down on my shoulders. This despite the fact I sit inside, a slew of computers staring back at me from my desk. Glaring really, all with a harsh fluorescent light echoed in the looming lamp that hangs on the ceiling above me. But their confrontational glower is not enough to make me forget that outside there is sun, a soft and comforting light that wills me to strip of my blazer and soak in the vitamin D.

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