Day 24: LaBrea Tar Pits
The next day we took Henry to see the tar pits and museum. It was cool how the tar was coming up out of the grass in the park.
Then we have lunch at Canter’s, the famous deli on Fairfax and Melrose. We just love that swanky styling and those feisty waitresses and customers. All of whom were fussing over H&L, which was very charming for us. They behaved perfectly and enjoyed their lunches and their surroundings.
Later on, K and I talked in the living room as of old. Kicking back with the speakers facing us, CDs and flat speakers now instead of the old “Voice of the Theatre” speakers behind their Japanese screens, which Tim now had. The music still booming out God speaking to us. For being an atheist, Kent sure has God doing a lot of lovely things through that old jazz. He sits there grumbling and sighing in his easy chair, drink perched tinkling on his belly. “Now THAT’S what God had in mind!” he booms, shaking the windows along with the music.
Back in the day after some music, he’d say “Well, let’s get over the hill and listen to it ourselves.” And we’d drive over to Burbank and check out the three lovely no-cover clubs on the old main street down there. I remember the China Trader and the Money Tree. We’d hear the greats down there, and some of the old greats who’d be visiting town would get asked down to the stage.
On Sunset and Vine is a 30-story bank that had a club on the top floor. No cover, great music, great views. I used to sit evenings up there with the black hep-cat crowd, gazing, absorbing, writing in a notebook.
Somewhere else had a piano bar. We’d sit right there and listen to Johnny Guinnerri (sp?).
Notice I don’t complain about traffic. If you halfway know what you’re doing, there’s no need to fuss..
