My Dad was a high mucky-muck (said in greatest respect) in security at Douglas Aircraft in Long Beach - he attended management meetings and all that, was good with words so designed a number of safety posters for the workplace. I remember some of California (moved when I was 4 to Georgia by train = big extreme fun for a kid) I think we lived on Beethoven Street - nearby is Beethoven Liqours (not what you think, this is a well-kept respectable neighborhood and always was) - it had a rotating "Seagram's 7" sign - for some reason I remember this rotating neon "7" as being a zillion miles away, rotating evenly, mournfully, with the empty, vast Pacific in the background, reflecting a somber evening moon in an indeterminate season. In fact it was a liquor store a few blocks down the street.
IOW, this was a middle class town, with working people in it.