In the wake of the comedy known as El Tovar, it boggles the mind to
see industrious Frank Lloyd Wrongs still trying to sneak Moorish
Wal-Marts into neighborhoods of modest Spanish bungalows, cramming
D-sized monstrosities into C-sized lots.
I'm not advocating a cookie-cutter approach to architecture, and I
also realize that one man's penthouse is another's outhouse, but there is
an element of common sense and courtesy that these entrepreneurs might
want to apply to their masterworks that would delineate their
individuality between tasteful inspiration and clownish Las Vegas
mausoleums that boast the major attribute of inducing an impressive
episode of projectile vomiting.
There are those among us who are determined to make the future of this
city a "Beverly Hillbillies" episode, and they're doing pretty good so
far.
I hope that it will at least be played out in something less than
20,000 square feet per dwelling.
GARY DURRETT
Glendale
