So, the winds are named for the Santa Ana canyon, which is named for the town of Santa Ana, which is named for Saint Anne, who was the Virgin Mary's mom. Let's see what we can find out about her...
I was recently writing about a Hollywood movie premiere I attended back in 1992 at Grauman's Chinese Theater. I mentioned that my own "companion" for the event was "Fred," a fellow I worked with at the time who I had an intense, short-lived friendship with. One I look back on with bittersweet...well, I won't say regret, because I don't regret anything about our relationship. But, I suppose, melancholy. One of those, "what if" sitches. Here's a picture of the two of us back when we worked on Melrose Place:
Do our shadows remain?
Did anyone else ever stand in that spot for a picture?
What, if anything, will be in that spot 50 years from now? 100? 1000?
Melrose Place may have had a famous TV show; but there was never an apartment building there. It was mostly antique stores and interior decorators when I traversed the thoroughfare. The building that housed "Robinson, Weintraub and Gross" had been a home at one point. Let's look at that today...
I know there's another picture of me on Melrose Place. As a matter of fact, I remember exactly where that one was taken as well. At the corner of Melrose Place and Croft Ave.
I would tell you more about Fred; but I'm not sure if at this point in his life he's a "public" or a "private" person; that is to say, he's between businesses. Now, I feel if he has a public business up and running, then he's a public figure. But sometimes he doesn't, so then I feel he's private. But he is on Facebook, which is public, so I'll post a picture of him that's more from now than 1992.
THIS JUST IN...
This is something that has just come across my metaphysical desk. Coincidence? I don't know? But this struck me as something highly unusual; but as stuff like this happens to me all the time nowadays, maybe I should just say it's "usual." I've posted this picture in another blog in a discussion about synchronicity. It's taken at the Onslow Beach parking lot in Camp Lejeune, NC, which is a Marine Corps base.
Fast forward to tonight and this comes up on my phone:
Funny side note. Joseph was looking at the picture of my family in the van and said: "I never realized how busty your mother was." I laughed. "That's not all her," I said. "That's a blue towel or something..." Actually, it might be one of those kids, blue plastic beach pails. Look close and you'll see the mistake. I guess the VW in LA is called "Azul"? I don't think that picture of my family in the VW could be more "about" Azul. The color and the concept. Some more connections:
Ciao for now!
Your pal,
Chrissy
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