S.O.B.

Sorry, I'm still putting together the remains of my Sherman Oaks trip and will have a reasonable batch of notes that might be of interest. These two are some of my friends since 1990, Joe is an actor and has worked on various shows since he came to the west. His friend, and mine, is retired and walks his dog. They sitting in the coffee joint. It can begin and crowd up to 5 or 6 men and two women who mysteriously seemed to enter our group and fit well.

The lead of the group is a musician, around 80 who tells great stories about "the road" where is the big man. He rules it. One republican attempts to join but rarely manages to tell us bad stories about Biden and Warren. We had a fight once.

I realized I didn't shoot a lot of photos, I guess I felt that it was just a "simple day", and now I wish I would have shot more. I don't shoot people, ironically, when I was a tv cameraman I had enough shots with people in accidents and other nasty things. So mostly I do trees and stuff. Although I was in a shooting about 50 feet away. In Detroit a long time ago.


So here's more of the trip, eh? I'll have more Monday.

Surprise and more

Once again using the old Georgia font, I have finally hit Sherman Oaks where I lived and worked. And nobody forgot.

No, they didn't kick me out. My first place was the second day's morning, straight  to Crave, the corner cafe which always felt like Morocco. It's fulled with every kind of person you can think of.

And so, that day I passed the papers and magazine, although it still sold newspaper. I bought a Los Angeles Times which I always read and of course read it for the good and the bad and the whatevers.

But the first is the Crave Cafe on the corner of Ventura Boulevard and Van Nuys, the streets you would be always filled with everything and everyone. And right now I entered the Crave and it's empty. Eight o'clock and I was the second person. But I saw the girl at the cashier and immediately smiles. "You're back". The older cook walked from beyond and hugged me.

Home again.

From now on, I have friends. 

I had a great breakfast and moved west towards the next long block. There were some new cafes and stores but not franchise stuff. They're local stuff with a few Mexican cafes. I walked faster as I waited cars going "up the hill" in spite of locals. I wait till the light turns and even then make sure I won't get driven into the cracked pavement.

When it's a little bit safer I walked past crossing the street and aim for the big show. I know exactly where they are and who they are. But it's been a little more time. I knew someone had passed away.

Ahead of me, there lays the "group" taking most of the Starbucks crowd. The group are mixed, there was the big guy, the oldest, around early 80's and followed a variety of characters of every kind, they come and go often but it's always busy. I walked in and they all looked, even the one republican. And so we sat as people pass by us and said hello's and even the man with a tall long Great Dane who does not like another do who doesn't like him either. I talked with two good friends and learned about who got a deal in a short film and another who's got some TV work. 

It's a movie town. Everyone works movies, even though a Starbucks worker emails his or her agent calls their job. And the ages, as I said, everyone is really "going to make it" The older ones smile.

Sorry to wait so long.

In L.A.

I'm on my way to LA and look forward about everything you've read in the past. I can't do any work as I can't find a way to do my blog for the next two weeks.

Okay, So I found out that I can continue.

So I will write all the way to Sherman Oaks, the best place to be in and now I'll have no excuse to eat one I'n -Out burger every day because it's just a block away.

So I will began today. When I arrive.