Sunset

Sunset Boulevard is becoming my street now. I have driven it manymany times. As far as I can tell, it cuts east-west right through Los Angeles, or all of Los Angeles that’s worth going to.

Except for Rodeo Drive. Sunset does not seem to go there. But I can deal with that, given time and much introspection during those periods when I have nothing better to do, like watching my disk defragment itself.

I am very easily entertained, I guess. My hotel’s elevators each have a “light box” picture on the back wall, showing a continuous loop of water in a river. Every once in a while, a ferry boat passes underneath the camera, and as it disappears, a small boy aboard the boat runs to the stern. Then the boat disappears, and you have to get out of the elevator and hope nobody saw you watching the picture.