ABlairican Pie
01-08-2002, 11:35 PM
The driver dropped me off in Panorama City, the other side of San
Fernando Valley where I had come before. And after visiting a Tower Records store at the mall where they featured posters of some unknown band called Guns 'n' Roses, I trudged on...and soon, there it was, the Church on the Way. I went in as a singles and relationships seminar was going on. I liked the speaker, so I decided to come back for the next few nights. Seemed like something was always going on there.
The next day, a Friday, I decided to take a leisurely stroll from Van Nuys to...Hollywood. I paced through the long blocks into Sherman Oaks and all the stores, then down Ventura Blvd down onto Lankershim and past Dodger Stadium and into--:dance: HOLLYWOOD... Down there off Hollywood Blvd., I had found a store that had the MOTHERLODE OF FACTS PHOTOS--Hollywood Collectables. I was in heaven: every conceivable pose: b/w stills from the show, b/w and color group and singles shots--and a VIRTUAL PLETHORA OF LISA PHOTOS!!:eek: I was disappointed that I could only afford two: one with the girls in a group photo in Paris, and the other of Lisa in a current pose holding up a photo of herself in her Eastland uniform. They also had stacks of scripts
from back t.v. shows--I feverishly tried to find one of Facts. After making my purchases, I headed back to Van Nuys. I came back to
church in time for that night's seminar and enjoyed it. But that night, even though I had felt earlier a peace about missing Lisa's concert, I now felt rather bitter and frustrated about it once more.
I felt very let down again. I began to doubt that there was any real purpose to my little thousand mile journey except to dispel my fanciful whims. In searching for Blair Warner's hair care kit I would find no real brush with greatness. As soon as I had gotten into L.A. a few days earlier, I scanned the faces in every teriyaki
shop, every doughnut stand, thinking that I would see Lisa's face there, but of course I was mistaken. At the church, sifting through the throng of faceless drones, my visual search would turn up no sign of her either. I was just as well. After tomorrow,
Saturday, I would wrap it up, head back home, and call it a summer.
Fernando Valley where I had come before. And after visiting a Tower Records store at the mall where they featured posters of some unknown band called Guns 'n' Roses, I trudged on...and soon, there it was, the Church on the Way. I went in as a singles and relationships seminar was going on. I liked the speaker, so I decided to come back for the next few nights. Seemed like something was always going on there.
The next day, a Friday, I decided to take a leisurely stroll from Van Nuys to...Hollywood. I paced through the long blocks into Sherman Oaks and all the stores, then down Ventura Blvd down onto Lankershim and past Dodger Stadium and into--:dance: HOLLYWOOD... Down there off Hollywood Blvd., I had found a store that had the MOTHERLODE OF FACTS PHOTOS--Hollywood Collectables. I was in heaven: every conceivable pose: b/w stills from the show, b/w and color group and singles shots--and a VIRTUAL PLETHORA OF LISA PHOTOS!!:eek: I was disappointed that I could only afford two: one with the girls in a group photo in Paris, and the other of Lisa in a current pose holding up a photo of herself in her Eastland uniform. They also had stacks of scripts
from back t.v. shows--I feverishly tried to find one of Facts. After making my purchases, I headed back to Van Nuys. I came back to
church in time for that night's seminar and enjoyed it. But that night, even though I had felt earlier a peace about missing Lisa's concert, I now felt rather bitter and frustrated about it once more.
I felt very let down again. I began to doubt that there was any real purpose to my little thousand mile journey except to dispel my fanciful whims. In searching for Blair Warner's hair care kit I would find no real brush with greatness. As soon as I had gotten into L.A. a few days earlier, I scanned the faces in every teriyaki
shop, every doughnut stand, thinking that I would see Lisa's face there, but of course I was mistaken. At the church, sifting through the throng of faceless drones, my visual search would turn up no sign of her either. I was just as well. After tomorrow,
Saturday, I would wrap it up, head back home, and call it a summer.