The way life used to be... or so I imagine
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9/2/2009
Hidden Hills is a beautiful place. Rolling hills, three rail fences, neighbors who know and (mostly) like each other. Yes, it's a gated community (which I initially feared would feel too snobby), but it's two square miles that feels like Lexington, Kentucky, and I have come to appreciate the security this sanctuary allows my children. And the fact that there are horses and dirt and kids everywhere... Well, the realness of it all keeps most of the Beverly Hills crowd from coming our way. And unlike most parts of Los Angeles (and I think I have lived in all of them) there is a real sense of community here and an appreciation for how rare this way of life is nowadays. I'm grateful every day I come through our gates that I get to live in my vacation home seven days a week.
Paul | Calabasas, CA