Ok, I'll be the first one to admit that living in Hollywood is often...different than life in other places. I have examples of this:
Example A. One day, while driving down Santa Monica Blvd., approaching Highland Ave., ahead of me I spied what appeared to be road kill. Some poor squirrel, possum or cat had met an untimely fate. It wasn't until I was practically upon it that I was able to discern -- it was a wig.
Alright, maybe that wasn't a definitive example, but it was funny.
Example B. Until as recently as a couple of weeks ago when they were banned for unsavory behavior, it was a constant fixture here in Hollywood to see men and women dressed in character trolling the sidewalk in front of the Kodak and Chinese Theaters posing in photographs with tourists for the consideration of cash tips. Therefore, I was never surprised to see Charlie Chaplin or Captain Jack Sparrow or Wonder Woman strolling up Vine St. at around 9 am in the mornings, wearing their ipods and carrying their Starbucks coffee on their way to 'work'.
This brings us to Friday. In the morning I ran over to the historic Farmers Market to hang out with some friends over coffee and fresh danish. I needed to be back home by 11:30. My dear friend of nearly 30 years, George, is visiting from DC and I was taking him for a tour of The Sunset Gower Lot (the original Columbia studios). At the market, I asked my friend Travis if he would like to come over to the house and meet George and he said he'd love to. So in true LA fashion, by 11:15 there were three of us all headed to my house; in three separate cars. I arrived first to discover this parked in front of my house:
It was all very exciting and the three of us retired to the house for a much needed cup of coffee.
Now if you think that arriving home to find a 1911 Willys-Overland parked in front of my house is the conclusion of my example on how life in Hollywood is different than other places that I've lived, hang on Bosco the story's not done yet. Not...quite...yet. About 10 minutes into our coffee, George looked out the window and exclaimed, "Jesus Christ, it's Mary Poppins!" Cameras and iphones in hand, back outside we went. An attractive English woman in, what appeared to be, her early forties who lives around the corner was walking by and spied the car. Well knowing that she had just the outfit for the moment, and obviously not being a gal to turn down an opportunity, she ran home, changed clothes, grabbed a friend with a camera, came back, hunted down the cars owner and asked permission for an impromptu photo shoot, which was granted.
The rest of the day was spent with the usual, boring and mundane - looking at Harry Cohn's office and Rita Hayworth's dressing room...