So after four years in LA, I’ve finally moved to Hollywood. The parking might be a bitch but I’ll never be short of challah bread.
I’m clearly the worst Jew in the the world though. Only schmucko here would go into a kosher bakery and ask for milk in their coffee. Note to self: Be a better Jew.
Which brings me nicely onto my next subject: where do I run? I decided to pound the paths around the Pan Pacific Park yesterday morning. While I’m sad to be living so far from the gorgeous Silverlake reservoir, I’m very happy to be near a nice big patch of grass. However, this being the heart of Hollywood, it is a park like no other.
Yes, there are basketball courts, barbecue pits and swings for the kids but there’s also a Holocaust museum. No park is complete without one. It’s apparently the oldest Holocaust Museum in the United States, having opened in 1961.
I stopped to look at the stones that declared the number of dead in each country. In a week in which we have started another war, it was emotional reading the statistics. We’re never going to learn, are we?
My run then took me past my hairdresser Molly, at Goo, on Fairfax, past the huge European-style magazine stand, that also sells coffee (with milk) and which is across the road from legendary Jewish deli, Canters. I need to keep running to off-set the lard-laden kosher food I’ll be eating. My fast food here isn’t McDonalds, it’s salt beef and kneidlach.
Last night I walked to The ‘trendy’ Grove to see a press screening of a popular horror movie franchise (embargoed to the hilt here, so that’s all I can reveal). I never, ever watch horror movies, and even though the cinema was less than ten minutes from my home, I had to question my sanity as I powered up Fairfax in the dark, past CBS and various tramps, hobos, bums and drunks to my new pad. Well done, Lisa. Safety first.
As it was I got home without being Sidney-d, feeling like I’d finally poked the heart of Hollywood. I poured a glass of red wine, and sat on my sofa contemplating my navel and neighbourhood. Then, the cherry on the cake, my cat finally ventured out from under the bed, ate some food and jumped on my lap for the first time since our arrival.
I think we’re going to be alright.