...one could say "the eyes of a mother," but I'd sock'em in the lip!
Having been away from my home for a few months, and trying to decide whether or not to return, I am realizing more and more, the place I dreamed about when I was a kid was gone by the time I got there, and worse, the place that I fell in love with when I got there, is now as far away as Orange Groves south of Fountain, and large crowds showing up for a premier.
When I first left I was so utterly full of homesickness that I couldn't even think about the place without getting upset...but that's changed. Now I can think about it, talk about it, and keep up with the latest demolition or death, cheezeball scandal or or what passes for "chic" on the Boulevard these days.
So, this blog will be bitter sweet....my love, my dreams, and my horror, all rolled into one.
Me and Hollywood, a relationship like Clara Bow and her friend Duke (the Great Dane). Can get me off, but on the whole, an unholy obscene union!