There are 12 freeways that snake north to south, east to west in Los Angeles County. Unlike most places in the United States, they aren’t just known as numbers but almost like band names. It’s not Highway 5. It’s The 5. It’s not 405 Freeway, it’s The 405. They are THE’s, not just concrete pathways. A cultural anthropologist would probably conclude, and quite rightly, we give highways such pronoun clarification because we develop almost human relationships with a freeway in LA. They are ingrained in the landscape, our psyche. When you need to get somewhere with purpose, they are crammed like sardines in a tin can. When they are wide open, they are like the poetic exemplifications of the freedom…