My L.A. Story: I remember my dad taking me and my sister Liza to the Santa Anita racetrack when we were kids. There was something about the racetrack that put a big smile on his face. Back then, he'd let us run loose around the center of the racetrack while he placed his bets at the booths. Every now and then he'd ask me to pick a horse - and without skipping a beat, it always seemed to be a horse with either the number '3' in its name or the color blue. I always hated to leave the tracks at the end of the day. It was heaven.
What's your L.A. Story?
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