Living in the Valley

* Although I didn’t hail from the affluent Westside as did Michelle Markel (“It’s a Tough Love, but a Westsider Learns It for Her Valley,” Aug. 27), I can somewhat equate my life with hers. It was nearly one year ago that I departed “L.A. proper” (to some, improper) for the sedate suburb of Sylmar because of expediency, not desire. The building that had been my home for more than 7 1/2 years was sold, and it’s quite difficult to find a rental that accepts pets.

How my life was changed for the better! What a pleasure to awaken to blue skies and clean air. How refreshing to see horses and cows, as opposed to parked cars and zealous, ticketing meter maids. I walk my dog, Serrano, to the general store, and the sound of police helicopters has been replaced by the chirping of crickets, an occasional hoot by an owl. When I come to L.A., I appreciate the Valley even more.

EDDIE CRESS

Sylmar