I have started writing this post a dozen times already. Each time, I stopped.
After leaving Portland and arriving in Los Angeles, the exhilarating final stop on my tour of ten Hollywoods, my trip took an unexpected turn. I was summoned back home to Massachusetts to be with my family; to celebrate my grandfather and deliver a eulogy. It was hard to focus on interviews or blogs during that period.
The trip back to Los Angeles was a messy, eighteen-hour affair involving seven hours at Logan Airport, an unplanned stopover in Denver, a frantic (fruitless) search for a hotel in San Francisco at 1:00 AM, and finally an exhausted arrival in Burbank. That was a long day, let me tell you.
But, as you can see from the photos above, I did make it to my destination. It was with some disappointment that I noticed there is not an actual street sign marking the intersection of Hollywood and Vine in LA. I know, right? It’s a huge, buzzing tourist trap, and there’s a neon diner sign attached to a restaurant named after the landmark, but the city has not gone out of its way to provide the particular photo opportunity I’d driven across the country to find.
There’s a point to be made here about how you can drive up and down and all across a continent looking for something in Hollywood and Hollywood will stubbornly refuse to give it to you, but let’s save that for later, shall we?
This post is just my way of saying game on: posts will resume with regularity, postcards will be sent out to my supporters very soon, and I’ll be sharing my LA experience, including my incredible trip up onto the Hollywood sign itself, in the next 48 hours.
For now, enjoy the photos I took in Los Angeles of the city, that particular intersection, and some of the scrumptious eccentricity of my dear friend Hank’s apartment. If one in ten people on Earth were as good at interior design as Hank is, there would be no more war.