(With the big absence of posts coming from me, there should probably be a bigger update, but for today, I just have an interesting observation that has been pulling at me)
I want to paint a scene for you.
A man is sitting in Starbucks, sipping on a grandé iced coffee with cream and sugar. He is typing on a MacBook Pro. He has a semi-new iPhone 6 in his pocket. He is sitting at bar style seating looking out a window onto Hollywood/Vine in Los Angeles, CA. Outside, directly across the sidewalk, are two homeless 20 somethings who have just been “evicted” from their 1 square foot (or less) of Hollywood Boulevard.
I wish I could say this was a sad scene from a USA or TNT cop show, but we all know that’s not the case.
I enjoy walking down Hollywood Boulevard (which will be referenced to as “The Boulevard” from now on). I like to keep my head up, eyes forward, looking as un-touristy as possible. However, sometimes my gaze is fixed downward to the hundreds of stars embedded into this most famous sidewalk. My first couple of strolls down The Boulevard were only to look at these etched stars to find my tv/film/music heroes. I found something different the last couple of trips though.
For every two stars with a name on it, there are two that are blank.
I didn’t think anything of this at first. With every new trip down The Boulevard though, it pulls at me just a bit more.
I think The Boulevard, in a way, is symbolic of the city it resides in. So many of the worlds’ tv/film stars reside in a location that is also the home of one of the worlds’ largest populations of persons experiencing homelessness.
They are right next to each other.