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Bobby Dias

I remember a time when Venice(Ca) was almost empty. Houses were empty. Nobody on the beach. Then a billionaire, J. Paul Getty, gave me all the palm trees I wanted. I started at Venice where they would first start to be seen from the freeway. I planted them all the way up to the north end of Santa Monica. I planted some in the sand. I had the sidewalk widened for people to walk along. I-I-I-I-did much there. Now there are many Is there. Very different people being themselves.

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