Photo by Slobodan DimitrovThey were sniggering together again, the Richards Alatorre and Riordan, at the Metropolitan Transportation Authority meeting late last month. And why shouldn’t they share some mirth, old buddies that they are?There is, in fact, probably not an adequate English word for their kind of closeness, but there’s a great term in this city’s other language: That term is carnales, which, with its fleshly, procreative overtones, proclaims a masculine intimacy otherwise tough to describe in the male culture that the same language calls macho.Now Alatorre’s career is, as homicide detectives used to say of a mortally wounded suspect, circling the drain. His hand-picked successor barely managed a fifth-place finish in last month’s primary for Alatorre’s old seat. Even his old Golden Palominos stablemate, state Senator Richard Polanco, has planted his flag on another summit by backing 14th District runoff candidate Victor Griego.Yet hope springs eternal, and many at City Hall and the MTA building wonder if government has really seen the last of Alatorre. Particularly as long as he and Dick Riordan remain close.
Source: Los Dos Richards | L.A. Weekly