LA Times: At the end of Wood Avenue in South Gate, unseen behind its levee, the ephemeral giant strained in its cage.
The raw power drew Rita Adams for the first time in her 40 years of living in the neighborhood. She and her son walked under bare winter elms, past tidy postwar homes with American flags flapping in the rain, up the sandy embankment of an old Union Pacific track, to the top of the concrete channel.
She lit a cigarette and shook her head. "Wow."
The Los Angeles River had awakened. ...