I went to a poetry workshop on Saturday for WriteGirl, an L.A. nonprofit that helps high school girls find self-expression through writing, runs weekly programs at some of the poorest schools and helps the girls get into college. (They’re still looking for volunteers!) It’s been a pretty positive experience — all the girls I’ve worked with plunge excitedly into the exercises and bloom under the encouragement. At the session, one girl ran her hand over the cement wall of the Miguel Contreras Learning Complex and described it as cool, unemotional, like a guy who never lets you know what he’s thinking. I was impressed. Afterward, Erika, Molly and I headed a few blocks over for coffee. Unfortunately, Lot 44 was only open on the weekdays. Groundwork closed at 3 p.m. So we settled into a booth at Banquette with some lattes and talked about the future of journalism, dealing with unreasonable family members, and finding ourselves now on the other side of college interviews. Groups of people came, dined and went. We walked back to our cars past the hot pink glow of the Museum of Neon Art. I felt suddenly nostalgic for downtown.