At the end of one of his 14-hour work days last week, the mayor of Los Angeles trudged up the 135 steps to his house on a hill high above the Hollywood Bowl. Below him was one of the great man-made sights in America: the lights of Los Angeles, stretching as far as the eye could reach. Fletcher Bowron's eyes gave the familiar scene an instant's glance. Inside his old Spanish-style house, his eyes moistened as he opened a red leather book and read a sheaf of letters in his praise. He had...
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