Chances Are

After seeing pictures and hearing of my friend and former chief engineer's (the lovely and talented Francis Logan Martin -- see him here saving bear cubs from a trashy death high in the hills above Los Angeles : http://ednixon.com/pix/2005/bears ) association with the famed J. Mathis, I get a phone call Thursday evening as I am watching nothing on TV, and I am asked if I can assist with the installation of John's new plasma screen. But of course.
They arrive here at Chez Moi and we shortly leave for the hills above Sunset Strip. As stated, I've seen pix of the place before; years ago. They did no justice - the pad is way more than was shown in these photos.
First, upon opening the front doors, there is the pool, dominating the entire area as you walk into the house. An arched atrium covers this area, with the remainder of the house being pretty much open and exposed, through rabbit warrens and doors. It is lovely.
I asked to hold a Grammy - faux pas, Chuck - he has none- even with a name on Hollywood Boulevard, numerous other plaques and awards, a Lifetime Achievement Award - you name it. He then says to me that he has something over here that he is really proud of -- his Hole-In-One commemoration. And he has a pretty good game, from what little I know.
With the introduction of yet another control wand to figure out, we sit and go through the dance of what does what to what, and there I am watching an old Twilight Zone which then becomes a DVD of some porn from another source. Twilight Zone, indeed.
And I got $50 for being there and assisting. And a burrito later on on the Strip, just across from my old haunt and employ, the Tiffany Theater.
77 Sunset Strip. Kookie, lend me your comb.
Ah, life is good, if not a tad surreal now and then. But that's a good thing.
http://ednixon.com/pix/2006/jmride/
Frank and John with J's new MB.
I so wanted to chime in with some of my James and Carly crap, but that is so last millennium - but a good tale, nonetheless. Shall I go on?
Later. Much later.