live! from the observatory

I was riding my bike on a mountain road in Griffith Park this morning, trying to get some miles in before it started raining again. There I was, covered in mud and grit from the tires and the wet, alone on the ridge between the Observatory and the Hollywood sign. The road was slick and dicey with gravel and I semi-cautiously rounded a corner. There in the mist, up with the hawks, was Mary Woronov, walking her dog. We smiled at each other.

I wanted to yell "Eating Raoul!" or ask "Hey! Do you ever see Paul Bartel around?" but I didn't.