How to get to Andrew Nicholls’ house
Admittedly, navigating Silver Lake can be tricky, partly because the “lake” (actually, a large man-made reservoir that I ran around as part of my marathon training three-and-a-half years ago when I was, oh, ten pounds healthier) fills the district much as an olive pit always seems to come between you and the edible part and with similar unhappy results, and partly because the district traverses a mountain or two at odd angles and extreme inclinations, resulting in twisting narrow switchback streets interrupted with no warning by unexpected stop signs or the onward rush of crossing cars at right angles.
So we should be all the more grateful that McSweeney’s has provided these helpful instructions for attaining Andrew Nicholls’ house.