in Southern California

 In the 1948-52 world I grew up in smudges on walls and signs of wax in the corners were not allowed. Stainless steel was stainless and wood on furniture was polished and dustless, beds were made as you got up. Your clothes were ironed and creased. Dust was not allowed. Windows were polished and the dry cleaners delivered clean work clothing every day as fresh milk and bread were walked to your doorway. The green grass was razer cut between the cement and the lawn.

At the Mission San Gabriel it was the same.

At work it was the same.

Our Military was the same.

And there was smog because the machines were running full blast and the mountains did not allow the smog to go away.