No Spiderman. No
Batman. Not even Jack Sparrow stood on the corner of Hollywood and Highland.
Hollywood Boulevard
was practically a ghost town. I say practically because the Goldman was there
talking to a homeless man sitting on the curb and a man playing the guitar
stood in front of the Chinese Theater.
I drove the length
of the famous Boulevard with its theaters, hotels, souvenir stores, and fast
food joints in only 5 minutes. Almost every business was shuttered.
Emptiness. I saw no
more than a dozen people along the street, not counting the half dozen homeless
not in their tents.
I was saddened for
the shuttered businesses, but I was happy to see that Angelenos were taking the
virus seriously abiding by the stay-at-home orders.
From here I drove up
to Lake Hollywood Park to grab a picture of the Hollywood sign for today's
blog. I saw cars parked along the road. I saw yellow tape closing off the park.
I saw a city electric sign telling people to maintain a safe distance.
I saw four people
here: one young woman leaving her car with a dog, a young couple walking to an
overlook, and one guy dressed in neoprene pants and long sleeve neoprene shirt
and what looked like num-chuks in his hand speed walking up the hill.
I didn't know where the rest of the people from the cars had gone. I took my photo of the sign and as I returned to my car, the
woman with the dog asked me - invading my 6 foot personal space, "Is it
closed?"
"Is what
closed?" I asked leaning way back.
"The hiking
trail."
"I have no
idea."
She gave me a
quizzical look, then proceeded walking up the hill, then disappeared down a
trail that I had not seen. Now I knew where the people from the cars had gone.
It turns out
Hollywood's attractions weren't completely deserted.
I didn't linger. I
got in my car and headed home
Take care everyone -
and please remember the 6-foot rule.
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