Drove through Eagle Rock most Sunday’s through the fifties, and remember it was notable for only two things: the shortest line between Pasadena and Glendale and the first Bob’s Big Boy restaurant I had ever visited. (Loved their Big Boys and their chocolate milkshakes.) Not much else stood out about the place except the big Eagle Rock (never could “see” the eagle in the rock) and a funny apartment building built on a triangular patch of real estate and designed to follow the contours of the land on which it sat. Who would ever have guessed the place would become home to screenwriters and web designers? Who knew what a web designer was? Who knew what a web was? Who knew what a computer was in the fifties? Alas, the place has peaked and started to decline without my knowing it. I don’t now feel any richer for the knowledge, nor is the NYT any richer for having informed me. Last time I was in the neighborhood it was on a freeway above the old Eagle Rock, zipping past so quickly I didn’t see any of the places I used to remember. I didn’t see any web designers or screenwriters either. F