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LIFE’S BEAUTIFUL DETOURS
A Few Extra Months in ‘96
Wheat grass, duvets, and background work
In the summer of 1996, I was living in Hollywood in a nicely updated Victorian a few blocks north of Sunset Boulevard. The location was amazing, with Griffith Park practically on my doorstep, but the single-family home had been chopped up into a rooming house, and I was renting a matchbox. Still, it was surprisingly popular with a certain crowd. This place, and others like it around Hollywood, was a magnet for singles and couples who’d come to LA for classes and counseling at the church campus a few blocks away.
Yes, that church.
My personal block in this Jenga game of a building was minuscule, a room up in the eaves barely big enough to fit a nightstand and a twin bed pushed up against the window wall. And, if I wanted to call someone, my only option was an odd device squatting on a small table off the kitchen.
