A View From Kellogg Hill
Some memories stick to the walls of nostalgia more than others. The first time driving from East Texas, I crested Kellogg Hill at night coming out of Pomona CA on the 10 freeway. There I encountered the lights of the San Gabriel Valley flowing like a sparkling river into the LA basin. It looked like someone had scattered diamonds over the entire region. It is a forever memory!
Some memories stick to the walls of nostalgia more than others. The first time driving from East Texas, I crested Kellogg Hill at night coming out of Pomona CA on the 10 freeway. There I encountered the lights of the San Gabriel Valley flowing like a sparkling river into the LA basin. It looked like someone had scattered diamonds over the entire region. It is a forever memory!
Some memories stick to the walls of nostalgia more than others. The first time driving from East Texas, I crested Kellogg Hill at night coming out of Pomona CA on the 10 freeway. There I encountered the lights of the San Gabriel Valley flowing like a sparkling river into the LA basin. It looked like someone had scattered diamonds over the entire region. It is a forever memory!