Boulevard: (n) a wide street in a town or city
I was thirty years old before I got there. I tried many times. My failed attempts made it seem even more charming.
I had an old beat-up van, so when I drove to Hollywood to see the sights, it was really quite comical to spot my vehicle in the midst of such sunshine and splendor–especially when we pulled into the parking lot across from the Chinese Theater where they have all the footprints of the stars, and my brood of children poured out of the side doors to explore. I’m sure the natives thought they were being invaded by the “Bluegrass Brigade.”
Los Angeles is full of boulevards and reminders of its opulence and place in American folklore.
When my feet finally got tired and I went back to the van before the rest of the kin, I was studying a map to the stars’ homes. As I read, I considered that most of these supernovas were dead.
I looked around at the wealth and prosperity and realized that these individuals, who were so revered from the silver screen, were once living, breathing human beings, walking the streets, and now seemed to haunt the region.
It gave me a chill down my spine.
Life is short.
Find your boulevard.
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