Glad you're out there meeting people. Ed Begley is pretty universal; show up at any environmental shindig in L.A. and chances are good he'll be there. Press states that he lives in a solar powered home. I saw him on Earth Day at a film theatre that is part of the Gene Autry Western Heritage Museum. He had owned an electric GM car, and he was there for a gathering of activists for electric cars, including the filmmaker of Who Killed the Electric Car. Even Ed had to turn his in at the end of his lease; GM shredded almost every single one of them. There's a Thai restaurant on Sunset that, legend has it, serves Quentin Tarantino as a writing retreat. I simply can't find the address anymore, but I believe it's near the corner La Brea and Sunset.
There's a meeting of AA in Culver City that is often good for celebrity watching, but since it's Alcoholics Anonymous, it is against the spirit of the organization to drop names or to go there to meet contacts.
David Lynch has promoted meditation in the city of Los Angeles, but should one share a meditation session with Lynch, he'll be turning in his thoughts inward. Bring the yoga mat but forget the headshots.
As for Michael Moore, it's hard to believe not too long ago he was zooming around Flint, Michigan carrying out an activist agenda and filling his car with hamburger wrappers. He's still around Michigan with the film festival he founded in Traverse City. I have this idea that I met him at Tapico Scout Reservation, the evening ceremony to properly lower the flag and fold it for storage, and he was too busy to talk. After he hurried off, one of his friends, if my hazy memory serves me correctly, explained that he was very busy because he had just been elected to the Davison School District board. Davison and my town were part of the scout council that camped up at Tapico, but I can't remember if he was wearing a scout uniform that night. As a side note, Davison once had a drive-in theatre with regularly scheduled pornographic movies, screened by early pornographic film producer, Harry Mohney.
Of course, for sheer star power on a regularly scheduled basis, there's the Museum of Television and Radio. The auditorium holds no more than 120 people; it was a perfect place to hear Ken Burns a few months back. Of course, it's now the Paley Center for Media as of June 5, 2007.
My greatest celebrity regret is one of two events. First, I was in Birmingham Starbuck's on Christmas Morning 2006 checking the databases I was assigned to administer. I was sitting at a table that could have seated four to six people. Tim Allen shows up with his family, and as he's fixing up his coffee drink, he kept looking into the main room. Perhaps he was looking for a place to drink coffee with his family? I wish I had stopped what I was doing and had moved elsewhere, even though the place was full. I could have sat upon a armchair's arm. And then Tim Allen marched out with his family, a wife, daughters, coffee drinks steaming in the chilly Michigan air.
Second, I was in Sherman Oaks working one day when I noticed that Leonard Nimoy was the man awarding poetry prizes at a ceremony downtown; I had noticed this event on LA Times' Calendarlive webpage. I decided to not fight traffic going downtown, but this is proof that I'm not really a hard core Trekkie. I could have taken the subway or asked Scotty to beam me over, right? Surely everyone knows that Nimoy is an accomplished man of letters: "I Am Not Spock" sold many copies.
Was Spock a Vulcan Eagle Scout?
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