Near the end of our visit at the Mission, I received a cell call from my God Daughter Hillary. She lives about two hours up the coast from Los Angeles and wanted to get together. Her husband Mando had angled the evening off and so we arranged to meet them half way between San Juan Capistrano where we were and their house. Halfway turned out to be Hollywood. We met on the corner of Hollywood Blvd and Vine St. near the famed Capital Records building. We found a small Thai place to eat nearby and had a nice time. I had spoken to Armando several times on the phone and exchanged e-mail with him a number of times, but this was the first time we'd actually met. It was like we'd been friends forever. He's a great guy.
When I lived in California a bunch of us used to hang out now and then in Hollywood. It was a weird place then and it's a weirder place now.
Loads of fun.
Hillary has a very early morning job at her local airport, so the evening couldn't last too late. We all hated to go our separate ways after a too short visit, but we all agreed to hook-up late this summer when she and Mando come to visit the family near here.
Hillary, I love you. You remind me of your dad so much.