This is a part of Los Angeles, a few square blocks that has a population of homeless nearly the size of Newport. In a city that promises to make you perfect.
Thanksgiving is not a religious holiday, yet is about as close as it can be to being one. According to the news more families re-unite than for Christmas. The American meal of Turkey is the American eucharist; where we give thanks for what we have. We should include these people in our thoughts and prayers.
Each time I have visited Los Angeles I have walked along Hollywood blvd. I see every sort of person there. Young people with all there hopes pinned on being discovered in Hollywood. There is so much talent there and so many talented people who never get “discovered”.
One of those vignettes of life. We were to meet Stefan at a coffee shop in Silverlake in Los Angeles. We arrived a little early; I dropped Bernadette and went to park the car. When I arrived at the coffee shop Bernadette had already engaged someone in conversation. The woman had a dog named “Emily”. While the coffee shop had a dog friendly policy there was a man who clearly was disturbed by Emily; especially when she became excited over the attention she was getting. I suggested I take Emily for a walk to let her calm down. When I returned with Emily, it was clear that Stefan was in another part of the coffee shop and we had not seen him. However one of Stefan’s friends saw me walking Emily and said: “Isn’t that your father? and does he have a dog? ”
witches houses and dinosaur bones were the objects of the day.
Grandson number 2 turned 3 today and we took everyone to the Getty Museum for lunch and a visit to the gardens as well as the James Ensor exhibit for us.
Watching the animals at the zoo; we started to see patterns of behavior. The mothers watching over their babies and teaching them skills for life; while we watched how an older child handles an ice cream cone in the heat of Los Angeles.