Saturday, January 17, 2015

The "This House" series begins: "This House", #1



I have decided to try something new with my blog for a while and see how I like it and how well it is received. The idea sprang from my recent walks around my neighborhood--something that I have never done in the 15 years I have lived in this building. It is truly amazing what you see when you are moving at a walking pace, and what I have seen on my walks has inspired me to use my imagination concerning the inhabitants and history of the buildings I am seeing. I am shocked to discover that there are quite a few decrepit buildings within a three block radius, and perhaps that is why there is a buying frenzy going on around here now with 100 year old bungalows being razed to make way for upscale apartment homes and condominiums. To see them side by side is quite the contrast, and I will share some of them with you. 

But that will just be half the story, since those of you who read me regularly know that I like to mix up the personal with the public, and vice-versa, so that will not change. The stories of the buildings will segue into whatever I am thinking about when I write the post. Hopefully the transitions will not be jarring. The point of this new format is to stimulate my imagination, show you the neighborhood, and give me a chance to write more frequent, briefer posts. We will see how well I succeed with the latter! 

And so we're off! And what better way to start than with "my house"...


The apartment building I live in.
One seldom knows where one is going to "end up". When I landed at this Hollywood apartment building in 1999, I was fresh out of my first live-in relationship, and in the middle of the most productive streak of my performing career. I heard about this place from a friend, and my roommate and I were desperate to find an apartment, so once I looked at it and liked it I called him and told him to meet me there with his checkbook.

Even though we were desperate, we fortunately did not have to settle. The apartment was nice, and large, with two bedrooms and two baths. At the time, the rent was $830 per month, an amount that you can't even get a shitty studio for in these parts now. The landlady was a character for sure--an older Polish woman who lived here with her seldom seen and reputedly cranky husband. When she was showing us the place, she spoke with particular pride of the curtains, which she told me she made herself out of old house-robes. Truth!

Shortly after we moved in, the cranky old husband died, perhaps even before I ever actually saw him, and the kindly wife moved back to Poland to be with family. I immediately changed the curtains. We then progressed through a succession of horribly inept managers, who suffered from problems ranging from unemployment to alcoholism to drug addiction and more. For the last dozen years, I have been the manager, and it is one of the best actions I have ever taken. During this time I have lived in a two bedroom, one bath Hollywood apartment with a patio, for NO rent. That's right. As manager, I get free rent in exchange for my manager duties, which are not that time-consuming. Don't call me lucky though, please. Nothing fell into my lap.

Another view. I work hard to keep the plants happy.
This place is now my home, at least for as long as I continue to stay here. I have worked to make the grounds greener, and have overseen many improvements to the units. There are some tenants I would love to see leave, but that goes with the territory. There are 16 units in all between two buildings. In the picture you can just see the building I live in.

1920'S bungalow down the street
Both buildings were built in the 70's, and I hear that they overtook two separate lots that each had a small Craftsman bungalow, just like the ones that are still hanging on down the street. This street used to be all bungalows in the early 1920's when Hollywood was developing, but by the time this building was built, the block had fallen on hard times and was a known drug trafficking area.
The bungalow next door
Fortunately that has changed, and the area is fairly safe, though we do get a lot of nightclub traffic, being just half a block from Santa Monica Blvd. I suspect that within the next 10-20 years all these apartment buildings will be gone and replaced with upscale new buildings catering to all the young city dwellers who want to live "near the action".

All neighborhoods change, all the time, but especially city neighborhoods. It is interesting walking around the area and noticing details I have never seen before.

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I notice details.

While we were talking, I took in everything, which is easy to do when talking intently with someone. He has shaggy, curly brown hair, sparkling dark eyes, beard scruff, and from what I can see beyond the lapel and cuff of his tan sport coat, tattoos moving across his upper chest and up his forearm. The nails are natural--not groomed, but not dirty, just natural, which I find attractive in this city of uber-grooming. When he smiled, dimples formed in his cheeks, which was as adorable as it sounds. While talking, he seemed to not have any interest in not talking, and he paid attention as one does when they have an interest in the person speaking.

And then I saw it. At the edge of his right coat sleeve, it stuck out ever so subtly, but it caught my eye, because as mentioned, I notice details. It was the plastic tag from a price label. The label was gone, but the tag remained, there at the edge of his right coat sleeve. And that is when his charm reached overload.

I suspected many things. I suspected that he had just bought the coat that afternoon, which would speak to his intention to set a good impression with a group of strangers. I suspected that he had bought the coat a long time ago, from a second hand store, and neglected to remove the plastic tag. I suspected that he had borrowed the coat and was unaware of the tag being there at all. I suspected that he might wear this coat everywhere, and that there was not much thought about it at all, although I did not suspect this possibility very much, because he seemed deliberate. I suspected that he was there for a similar reason I was--the opportunity to be involved in intelligent conversation with other men about something other than sex. But most of all, I suspected that this plastic label tag was the most important detail of all for me to notice, as it signaled the possibility that this young man is just unself-conscious enough to not notice such details; and from my detail-conscious world, that is just the piece of information to signal possibilities.

I suspect...change is coming in my neighborhood.

18 comments:

  1. I'm enjoying this format immensely and it's fascinating learning more about you and your neighborhood. I'll be looking forward to much more of the guided tour. Admittedly, the rent on my first Hollywood apartment was $125 a month. You can only imagine how long ago that was........

    Did I miss something about how you started talking to the cute guy with the curly brown hair? Anyway, I really liked your descriptive details - - and the plastic tag on his coat.

    One time I forgot to remove the tags on a new pair of jeans. I went shopping at the supermarket wearing "FADED GLORY- -STONE WASHED FOR COMFORT" on my ass. I almost died of embarrassment when I got home and discovered it.

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    1. Jon, I did not include the part of the story where we meet because I wanted to write about what I noticed, and I didn't want it to be a billion pages long! That is part of the new format, just riffing on my thought path at the time, but hopefully making sense. Glad you like it! And yes, always check that all the tags are off!

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    2. After rereading your post, I understood what you were conveying. I apologize for jumping to conclusions too quickly (which is my specialty, unfortunately).

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  2. "until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard"

    I LOVE the old fashioned feel of your hood! please do show us this; there are architecture buffs out here who enjoy old designs; not all the world is tall and wrapped in glass.

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    1. Thanks Girlfriend!!! I will show you more, and you will be surprised at what I show! There is a real mix of old and new in my hood.

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  3. This was a lovely read. The line about immediately changing the curtains made me smile. :-) My resident is coming up to ten years old. It too has changed which is not surprising.
    I am looking forward to your next entry on this topic.

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    1. Isn't it amazing how long it seems when we add it up? Thanks for reading, as always, Michael. I had fun meeting Ron in L.A. this month.

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    2. I was mad-jealous of Ron for the opportunity of meeting you.

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    3. Well get your butt to L.A. and you can have the same opportunity!

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    4. when is a good time to come a-visiting?

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    5. You come a-visitin', and I will be ready! Anytime of the year is good in CaliforiYAY. Just bring scotch.

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  4. Saw you over at Ron's blog. Glenn and I are native L.A. boys. Together for about 29 years. Added you to my faves. Will be back. M. and G.

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    1. Well I appreciate it, Mike! Glad to have you reading!

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  5. OMB, you are just the cutest lil ole thang! yes, I saw your pix somewhere else.

    believe it or don't, I have never been to LA.

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    1. Ha, yes, I made an appearance there, Anne Marie! Believe it or not, I have bee to Philly a couple of times.

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    2. well, the next time you happen to fly in, let me know in advance and we can hook up (the chaste kind, of course)!
      :-)

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  6. I have been reading your blog at random and now I see you drink scotch. So do I and so does Spo who is bringing some when he visits me in July. In turn I am baking him a cake he wants. Neighbourhoods do change, though mine, I have known it since 1976 has changed, the houses are the same, they have been gentrified. I returned to this neighbourhood in 2011 upon retirement and like it here. Love your attention to details and how you describe people and what you see. Please continue.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words, Laurent. Here in L.A. it is rare that neighborhoods have a chance to settle and change from within. Currently developers are leveling as many of the bungalows as they can get their hands on, since the land is worth so much here, and they will get their money's worth building a multi-tenant building. I don't really object, as the bungalows that are torn down are not in good shape, and I also welcome change more than the average joe.

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