... bye bye Yes. Leaving one for another. Home. Up here on 'the hill' where I have lived 'lo these past 14 years...The Hollywood Sign to my left the Capitol building to my right. One up and across, the other down and below this Hollywood hill. Tony landmarks to be sure. But, home. I've gazed on them both - come rain or come shine. Home of the Beatles and Frank Sinatra's legendary recordings. The stuff that dreams are made of. Fante's Bandini-esque. Ruscha's LA scapes, his Standard Stations. Stegner and Mary Austin's lost untrammeled West. But now to move on... It's time. That's me in the red car heading out of town. East. And beyond that, to another hillside, home.
