A little note about my daughter’s neighborhood seems in order. Though she lives in a nice apartment in a neighborhood of nice apartments that’s not what struck me. Helaine and I just ran an errand. We got to see who lives in this part of Hollywood.
Maybe there are stars here. Probably not. Surely there are ‘before they were stars’ here.
We took the elevator to the ground floor, walked through a courtyard past a fitness center and out to the street. Last night as we walked by a woman on an eliptical machine was running while reading a script. Today a thin woman was cardio training–punching pink boxing gloves into the gloved hands of an equally thin, muscular man.
Thin. This is a neighborhood of thin. It’s a neighborhood of young too. The vast majority of those we saw were in their 20s and 30s.
Up the block is the trailhead for Runyon Canyon. The trail runs up into the Santa Monica Mountains with a few overlooks you’ve seen thousands of times in movies and on TV.
On this sunny, warm and dry January day we watched groups of threes and fours head up toward the trail. They were running all-the-way.
“I want a do-over,” I told Helaine.
You can get nearly everything else in Hollywood. Do-overs? Sorry.