So, on a walk back from the Egyptian a couple of weeks ago I had had the displeasure of running the gauntlet....Hollywood Blvd. on a Saturday Nite: females in late 80'sish formalish wear, hoar-moanally pumped young men who mad-dog everything in sight-- probably even the trees, cracks in the sidewalk and their own reflection in the windows. Hell, there were even a couple of Guardian Angles, two of the most out of shape guys imaginable. In fact, that gave it kind of retro twist, as I haven't seen GA's since 1990 or so.

Anyhow, we passed the old Frederick's of Hollywood building-- it's now another "classy" "party" palace.  The facade is still intact, one of the nicest on the Blvd, but the interior is now just another one of those places plushed up to make the bridge and tunnelers think they might rub elbows, or whatever, with Sienna Miller. 

I prefer Hollywood Blvd. in the day time, as it's had the same vibe for many decades.  

"Hollywood Blvd. my foot. A lot of bit players out of work and fish faced blondes trying to shake a hangover out of their teeth."
--Raymond Chandler, Bay City Blues

OK, so I rest my case. The Blvd. by day still delivers... a huge let down for tourists, a real dream ender.

A couple of days later I stumbled upon this LP with the tag intact. I thought it really embodied the yesterdays of classic Frederick's. Tacky yes, but no dream ender...

It’s been three years since I had to report to jury duty. The last time I had to go I sat in a jury waiting room reading Walter Mosley books until they dismissed us at the end of the day. I love Walter Mosley’s Easy Rawlins series because it all takes place in Los Angeles, mainly South L.A., not to far where I grew up. Much like reading other Los Angeles writers such as Raymond Chandler, John Fante and Charles Bukowski, I try to imagine what Los Angeles looked like years before I was born. Some of the areas that they wrote about that were once suburbs are now ghettos. Other areas, mainly downtown L.A., once inhabited by immigrants, cutthroats and hustlers of all kind, are now replaced by unimaginative people with money displacing anyone with flavor.

I took the Gold Line from my place in Cypress Park and transferred to the Red Line that dropped me off right at Civic Center where the courthouse is located. Once in the courthouse the women in charge giving the instructions for the day loses it after 10 minutes of repeating herself several times. People just don’t listen. She tells people to fill out the green portion of the summons and soon you have several people filling out the purple section. She tells people not to ask questions until after the end of the instructions and soon several more people are coming up to her to ask her the same questions she just gave the answers to. People who work in this field must cut their life expectancy by ten years with all the yelling they have to do.

Immediately, we are called into a courtroom for jury selection. No Walter Mosley for me today. The judge explains that this particular civil case is expected to last from 30-60 days. A collective groan comes out of all us potential jurors. The first thing we have to go through during the section process is going through the hardship cases. Out of a room of ninety people, seventy-five of us have excuses why were cannot be on a jury for that long of a duration. The judge is reasonable. He dismisses people that are going to school, caregivers for the elderly or parents with a single earner income. Others try to stretch the truth by adapting other people’s hardships to their own in hopes that will get them out of jury duty. At this point you got to wonder about the intelligence of some people. You are going before a judge, a person that has to differentiate truth from fiction EVERY DAY!
Do you really think he never met a liar before? This just makes the judge upset. He dismisses the liars and makes them come back the next day, thus continuing jury duty for at least one more day. Those idiots leave grinning, thinking they pulled one over the judge, not knowing that 90 % of us will complete our jury service in a matter of hours.