![]() ![]() He was struggling with his street guide as it flapped on the passenger seat when a siren blooped behind him. The road here kicked and turned, with fine views all the way to the Pacific. ![]() The Ford's engine made an ominous coughing sound as it climbed the hairpins. Air so clean it tasted like God's aftershave. On past the stores offering sightseeing tours and the boys selling maps of the stars and girls selling themselves and the plateglass boutiques and the bars which were already open for the morning, or hadn't yet closed from the night before. Up along Franklin beside the high fences of the new Paramount-Shindo studios. Not for the first time, he told himself that he should pay more attention to the industry on which this city thrived. Pack, and he hadn't heard of them, either. Backstabber Wife, starring Trudy Rester-whoever the hell she was-was on at the Aladdin, and The Wonderful Prairie and Midnight's Dust were in continuous double bill at the Classic, both featuring Saffron Knowles and James H. Stargazy queues were already lengthening outside the feelie houses for today's first shows. ![]() The last of the mist had burned away and the smog had yet to settle as he took the offramp from the new Olympic Parkway and rattled north through Hollywood in his battered '36 Ford. ![]()
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