The craziest thing I’ve ever seen on a baseball field. Normally on any September 18th I’d be celebrating with empanadas and some of the old vino since its Chilean Independence Day. On this occasion I was celebrating with Dodger Dogs and $10 beers. Neither my mother nor I had planned to celebrate the holiday since it was a Monday so I invited her to a baseball game. It happened to be fleece blanket night which is her favorite promotion and I bought myself a Russell Martin t-shirt which I put on immediately. We got some decent field level seats on the 1st base side which drives me nuts for some reason, I prefer sitting 3rd base side but on this occasion it allowed me a chance to heckle the oft injured and overpaid Dodgers right fielder JD Drew as well as the San Diego Padres bullpen.
After just one inning my mother and I were just happy to have gotten our blankets since the Blue Crew was already down by four runs against Jake Peavey who would eventually win the Cy Young Award in 2007 but I consider the single most over rated pitcher in the league. The diehard in us however would refuse to leave a ballgame early. We were rewarded.
By the time Jake Peavey left the game in the 6th inning the Dodgers had come back to tie the game at four. But, much to my chagrin by the 9th inning the Dodgers were down 9-5 in what seemed like an insurmountable lead especially with Trevor Hoffman as the Padre closer, but instead of him walking out from behind the bullpen gate I see some guy named Jon Adkins who I’d never seen before and coincidently I haven’t seen since. This pissed me off a little bit. I felt somewhat insulted that Trevor Hoffman wasn’t coming in to pitch. I paid good money for this game and if I’m going to see the Dodgers lose I better get to see the second best closer the game has ever seen damnit! So I worked my way towards the Padres Bullpen and yelled something at Hoffman. I don’t remember what it was but I do remember a security guard grabbing me by the collar and saying, “Good job buddy, don’t do that again.” Hoffman wasn’t even warming up!
So this Adkins guy goes 1-0 (one ball – zero strikes) to Jeff Kent, the most prolific hitting second baseman in baseball history, on his second pitch Kent took him deep to center. Great! We’re still down by three runs. Oh look at that, Trevor Hoffman is warming up. I WILL NOT BE DENIED! Adkins then took JD Drew, the most prolific injury prone outfielder I’ve ever seen, to a 2-1 count and on his 4th pitch, Drew took him DEEP to right field. Back-to-back homeruns! We’ve seen this of course. No big deal. Oh look at that, Trevor Hoffman is coming into the game. This guy hadn’t blown a save against the Dodgers in over five years and had converted 24 consecutive save opportunities, you could almost hear Hells Bells by AC/DC blaring in the background, but of course this is Dodger Stadium… No Hells Bells for you! No way this guy had enough time to properly warm up. His first pitch to a rookie Russell Martin, who’s father had just come down to LA from Montreal to see him play, went yard. BACK-TO-BACK-TO-BACK! The crowd goes bonkers! This is rare. I’d seen this before but only on TV or on Sports Center. Next up was Marlon Anderson who was a late season trade acquisition and wasn’t impressing me at all. First pitch, gone! Everybody goes ape shit! BACK-TO-BACK-TO-BACK-TO-BACK! This was just the 5th time in baseball history that a team hit four consecutive homeruns. Not sure but probably the only time four consecutive homeruns were hit in the bottom of the 9th inning to tie a game. Un-fucking-believable I tell ya.
Apparently Trevor Hoffman only needed two more pitches to completely warm up since he got the next three guys out fairly easily. Extra innings…
Aaron Sele comes in to pitch the top of the 10th. Great. After all that we get Aaron Sele. Basically we’re gonna lose now. Sure enough he gives up a double to Brian Giles, an intentional walk to Adrian Gonzalez and a single to Josh Bard. Padres 10-9 Dodgers. Will Trevor Hoffman go two innings? No. Enter Rudy Seanez. This guy is terrible. We still have hope. After issuing a walk to Kenny Lofton the entire stadium, 56,000 deep got on their feet as they heard Low-Rider blast from the stadium sound system. Nomar Garciaparra who had been battling injury after injury, who’s limp was now more noticeable than ever before, reminded everybody of Kirk Gibson although much like a pitcher in the middle of a no-hitter, nobody wanted to say anything. Nomar worked himself a 3-1 count which is a great hitters count and took the next Rudy Seanez fastball deep into the LA night sky. There was no doubt from the crack of the bat it was going to be a homerun. The Dodgers exploded from the dugout. Handicapped fans jumped from their wheelchairs. Girls ripped off their tops. It was pandemonium at Dodger Stadium.
Moral of the story; “It aint over till its over.” Yogi Berra
*Post Script: After the game while in the Stadium elevator on our way up to our car, we met Russell Martin Sr.
As I approach this momentous milestone in my life I’ve thought back on many memories that have given me so many laughs over the years. So many stories from different times in my life continue to be told over and over never once thinking; I need new stories. I turn 30 in exactly 30 days and have decided to share these stories with everybody one at a time. Some are a bit embarrassing, others are risqué, and some have been known to make people laugh so hard they had to go hunting for their inhalers. So many of these stories have common themes that I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that my life isn’t as exciting as it may seem since the variety will revolve around a handful of major themes and a few major times in life. I’ve tried very hard to keep as many names secret but then again, so many of these stories have been told over and over again that the characters are already known. So here you have 30 vignettes in 30 days until I turn 30.
Lets start with the most recent story; a new story; something I have probably only shared with two or three people.
UNTITLED #1
For the second straight year I’ve travelled to our nation’s capitol to advocate and lobby on behalf of my favorite project in the world; The Hollywood Freeway Central Park. Last year I stayed with an ex girlfriend who was difficult to stay with for 4 days but still made the trip interesting at times. The rollercoaster stay was far too much drama for me to want to stay there again this second time around so I decided to stay with my colleagues. It also would have been quite awkward staying with her again considering she is now living with her fiancé. Regardless, I extended an invitation for her to come visit me so long as it didn’t conflict with any of the meetings or dinners I had scheduled; In other words, really late at night or really early in the morning.
After a long flight into Dulles and a fairly quick car ride into DC the pressure of our schedule was beginning to become a reality. After a quick shower and change of clothes I was on the rooftop bar of the W Hotel having cocktails with my colleagues and then we quickly went to a spectacular dinner at Poste in the Hotel Monaco. After dinner a few of us decided it was far too early for bed seeing as we were all on West Coast time so we hit up Old Ebbitt Grill for a nightcap or 8. After stumbling a block or so back to the hotel, I set my alarm for 7am and as soon as my face hit the pillow around 2am I was asleep. Normally 5 hours of sleep are enough for me but I didn’t get 5 hours.
At 5am I get a phone call: “Hey, I’m downstairs. Come get me.”
Really? The least I could have gotten was a warning. Maybe I don’t stay out so late or maybe I don’t go out at all. Regardless, I asked for it by saying “…really late at night or really early in the morning. “ Yes, I was excited to see her. No, I didn’t complain. We talked for a little bit, tried to catch up on each other’s lives, we laughed, joked and even opened up to each other a little once that comfort level we once shared had returned and then clothes started flying off.
At a little after 7am, my alarm had already gone to snooze twice when her phone rang. I immediately started laughing because I knew it HAD to be her fiancé wondering why he had just woken up alone. I had assumed she would ignore the call but instead she shushed me and said, “Shhh. Its him.” Right as she answered I was yelling out one of my favorite Princess Bride quotes: “HAHA! Your pig fiancé is too late!”
Moral of the story is, Princess Bride can be quoted no matter what life throws your way!
In a slightly less obvious use of pop culture and the neighborhood council today, I posted on my facebook status another quote from Fight Club only this time 2 people got it it. Unfortunately nobody from the NC got it. One person actually said he agreed with my comment. Goes to show Chuck Palaniuks writing is transgenerational.
I wrote: “Going to neighborhood council meeting tonight. Its cheaper than a movie and there’s free food.” Of course Marla Singer says this when shes talking about support groups when she says: “Its cheaper than a movie and there’s free coffee.”
Since I work at a community center at night I can confirm, there IS free coffee and judging by some of the characters that show up, it must be entertaining. I guess that depends on the movie right? I mean, a support group like ‘Sex Addicts Anonymous’ is infinitely more entertaining than a movie like… say… Gallipoli.
Speaking of Fight Club, I noticed that even though I don’t like Brad Pitt, I have a lot of his movies and like even more of his movies. For example, I own Fight Club (obviously) 12 Monkeys, Inglorious Basterds and Se7ven. I also really like Oceans 11, 12 & 13, Seven Years in Tibet, Sleepers, Interview with a Vampire and A River Runs Through It. Maybe I should reevaluate my position on him.
It is a rare occasion when I ever have fun at neighborhood council meetings or events. Granted, I didnt join the neighborhood council for its fun appeal and there have been some good times in the past. Lately however it seems its been an epic drag. I’ve taken to making pop culture references in my arguments at the risk of sounding unprofessional and silly but the purpose is to see how many of my colleagues actually get the reference or if they are as dull as I suspect. Don’t hate me if I’m still not 30.
Two weeks ago for example, we were discussing a post office that falls withing the Little Armenia neighborhood. When the question was brought up to possibly rededicate it several great suggestions were made for example, William Saroyan and Charles Bukowski. Both have there merit and both deserve to have their name immortalized on a Post Office wall but when you consider the content Charles Bukowski is the most logical choice. He wrote a novel called ‘Post Office’ for crying out loud and he lived in that very neighborhood when he penned it. For all I know he may have actually worked there. Of course, I had another idea and wanted to lighten the mood a little and test my colleagues knowledge of pop culture. I suggested we rededicate it as the Armen Tamzarian Post Office. I got one chuckle (Thank you Silent Android). Armen Tamzarian is of course a world famous Vietnam War Veteran of Armenian descent. If you do not know his place in pop culture then maybe you shouldn’t be reading this entry since he has graced our television screens for 22 years now in the longest American prime-time entertainment series.
Today while chairing a committee meeting we heard from a great developer that is creating low income housing in a neighborhood that is slowly gentrifying beyond the communities means. In short, yes the developer is asking for four code variances which if you don’t know, are exceptions to the law which of course means this could take forever especially when you have professional NIMBY’s holding projects hostage and will no doubt continue to held them hostage through appeals and lawsuits and litigation which in the end only hurt the community we are trying to help by leaving either a blighted lot or a rundown property in the middle of an otherwise thriving community. During this 105 minute hearing that oh-by-the-way was tabled I made yet another pop culture reference only this time it went unnoticed. Excellent. OMG I just wrote a pop culture reference into this blog entry without even thinking about it and most of you are probably wondering “wtf?”. Anyways, near the end of the hearing I made my feelings regarding the project known, since as the chair my primary objective is to make the meeting move smoothly rather than flood it with my thoughts. I said:
LA is a major city that needs to start acting like it. Transit oriented development is a must and affordable housing is a vital component of it. “These people cook our meals, haul our trash, connect our calls, drive our ambulances and guard us while we sleep”.
Of course that last sentence is a quote from Tyler Durden.
Today I tried to catch up on emails and work on the Slam. I had over 400 unread emails sitting in my inbox. While most were informational that required no response or were newsletters containing articles that I already knew their content based on tweets, it still tool a very long time to sift through everything. I also have three months of the Slam booked. I can’t wait till we start.
I have spent the last couple of weeks fighting a cold which has been harder than usual because I have been quite busy with rehearsals, neighborhood council, and have been forced to go outside in the cold at night. It has slowed my recovery time but I feel like I may be over the hump soon.
I had a dream the other night that i found interesting. Usually fever dreams tend to be pretty intense but this one was just strange. I went to sleep very early that night because I had a debilitating head ache but when I woke up early the next morning all I could do was chuckle at my dream. I was sitting on my front porch when two snakes slithered by having a conversation with each other. They were speaking in English in the truest form of the definition; British accents and all. I asked the snakes if they were really British when they turned to me and said, crooked fangs and all, “And we know Harry Potter.” At this point my cat Anakin, having seen the snakes from afar, decided he wanted to pounce on the snakes except his claws became red lightsaber claws and he mauled the snakes to hell. No word yet on how Harry Potter feels about the death of snake friends of his.
I promised myself I would write every day in here, while I’m not sure what I will be writing about I figure it will be just about anything I can think of which means I may be getting creative which might be a little painful to read at times.
I suppose I should start with an update of the last six months. Most importantly, I was laid off December 1st from my job at theLos Angeles Neighborhood Land Trust. Its no secret that non-profits all over are struggling to survive in this down economy and especially in Los Angeles with thebudget crisis what it is. I feel I am fortunate enough to have a strong background and have a wealth of knowledge in both the day-to-day operations of parks and the creation of parks from the, no pun intended, grass roots on up. Okay maybe a little pun. Its this knowledge and experience that makes me an attractive option to consult in parks and particularly community based organizations. We shall see what comes of it. For the time being I will be dedicating my time and energy to other projects that I have, perhaps, not focused as much attention as I owe them. Such as…
I have agreed to stage manage a play at the USVAA Theater which I am currently a board member of. I also produce a monthly improv show there called “Nation of Improv presents the Culver City Slam“. A mouthful I know and I wish I could say the name wasn’t my idea but it was. The play is called “Bug” which was written by Tracy Letts. Its about a possible AWOL Gulf War Veteran who holes up with a cocktail waitress in some motel in Oklahoma and is a little funny in the head. The dude not the chick. I highly recommend everybody go see it and I’m sure I’ll be writing and tweeting about rehearsals and stuff along the way. It opens February 26th and will run for four weeks which means…
I’ll have to miss a few shows because I’ll be in Washington DC for a week in March to advocate for the creation of a 44 acre park in the heart of Hollywood. A project many of you know is very near and dear to my heart. This trip is a chance to get the required money to build which will be far less than the $2.25 million the Federal Government granted California to build a high speed rail system from Los Angeles to Anaheim and Los Angeles to San Francisco. This trip will be my very first to our nations capital and while I know I’ll be busy going from meeting to meeting which includes the Capitol, White House and other offices I would also like to visit historical monuments and such. Exciting for me and you can be sure I’ll have my…
I recently got very serious about my photography inspired by my friends Dana Arak, Alex Thompson and a few other online community friends. I began to bulk up my camera bag with better, more appropriate lenses for work and pleasure. For example, I will be taking promo shots for the above mentioned “Bug” which I won’t be getting paid for but could lead to work if somebody sees and likes what I take. I plan on using my “brand new” minolta 58mm f1.2 lens for this occasion. (look it up. Its legendary.) I say “brand new” because while I haven’t used it more than a couple times to test it, the lens is actually older than I am and of course Minolta no longer makes camera lenses. I’ll also try and leave you with samples of my photography at the beginning of every post.
Now, while I’ve only just touched on what I’ve been doing I didn’t have a proper lead to another project I’m working on so its just going to have to wait until tomorrow or another day to update on other stuff. But, for now, I think I have fulfilled my self imposed quota of writing for February 1st even though we are now well into February 2nd.
Los Angeles State Historic Park, formerly known as The Cornfields, offers 32 acres of green open space right next to Chinatown with Downtown Los Angeles as a great backdrop for a quiet picnic with family or a couple of friends, but recently it has been taken over by demons, clowns and villains.
Sunday night, a friend of mine and I made our way down to The Cornfields to catch the circus that is in town. Except this isn’t your typical circus. You wont find any elephants balancing themselves on giant red balls or a couple dozen clowns squeezing into a Gremlin or even a rabbit being pulled out of a top hat. Quite the opposite. You might find a top hat being pulled out of a rabbit instead. Basically its like walking into hell with a visitor pass while the devil is having a tea party.
Cirque Berzerkis a netherworld filled with phantasmagoric visions that will grope at your senses and oddities that are bound to scorch the very tips of your soul. Everything from a stilt-walking fire-breathing demonic clown to a contortionist and harrowing high flying acts that will leave you breathless and begging for more.
So gentlemen, dust off that top hat and ladies, stretch out those corsets and head on down to Cirque Berzerk and have a little Villain with your Vaud.
Due to popular demand, Cirque Berzerk has been extended through July 26th so don’t miss out!
*I encourage you to take the metro. The Chinatown Station on the Gold Line is just a short and pleasant walk through the park. Just walk towards the Big Top and the fires.
Yesterday a couple friends and I drove down to San Diego to watch Manny Ramirez make his return to the Dodgers after serving a 50 game suspension for violating the leagues drug policy.
Droves of Dodgers fans made the trip to support Manny. Legions of Dodgers fans marched the streets of San Diego chanting “Lets go Dodgers!” Padres faithful were….. nowhere to be seen. I stood in front of the ticket gate on 7th and K Street behind the Western Metal Supply Company building and marveled at the inundation of Dodger Blue waiting their turn to pass through the turnstiles and said “Dodgers Home Game!”
Indeed it was just that, a Dodgers home game in our southern most suburb known as San Diego. My friends and I took our assigned seats in the “Left Field Pavilion” and noticed the ratio of Dodgers to Padres fans was easily 10 to 1. After a careful survey of the rest of “The Litter Box” aka Petco Park, the attendance was easily two thirds Dodgers friendly. Some called it Dodgertown South others were confused to see so many Padres fans then realized they were actually in San Diego while others complained about the lack of Dodger Dogs at the concessions stands. Either way, the home crowd vibe made for a fun night.
Of course the star on everybody’s mind was Manny but I was sure he wouldn’t be his typical Manny-being-Manny self. What I wasn’t ready for was the 5 run offensive outburst in the 1st inning as the Dodgers batted around. Manny’s first at-bat was greeted by the few and lonely Padres fans making what noise they could being almost completely drowned out by “Manny” chants.
The rest of the game was pretty quite offensively for the Dodgers but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t find something to have fun with. After all this was a home game right?
Chase Headley. A career .252 hitter in 173 career games was my target. I figured if Harry the Heckler was going to give my guys a tough time, I was going to make sure whenever he opened his mouth nothing but “lets go Dodgers” chants would be heard and when his player, in this case Chase Headley was playing left field, I would give him a taste of LA.
It started with a very sincere ‘Hey Chase! Welcome to LA!” heckle. No reaction. Then after a couple of doubles, that any decent LF would have caught, got passed him I said “You do a great job shagging our batting practice, Chase!.” and so on.
A few of my favorite heckles of the night include:
“I came to see you Chase! I’m very disappointed! I’m hurt!”
“Why do you wear #7? Is it for luck? Its not working for you Chase!”
“Chase! Can I have a souvenir? I promise to be nice!”
“Look at me when I heckle you Chase!”
“CHAY-ACE! CHAY-ACE!”
Chase Headley eventually started to turn around and look at us. I always waved at him making sure he knew who it was. I plan on getting LF Pavilion seats next time the Padres are in town and waiting for Chase with a very emphatic “Remember me Chase!?” I have a few more heckles I didn’t get a chance to try out on him.
A few other notable chants during the night:
“Mannys on deck! Mannys on deck!”
“Rus-sell Mar-tin! Rus-sell Mar-tin!”
“Juan P-air! Juan P-air!”
What can I say, I’m way too much fun to go to baseball games with.
One thing that fueled my heckling was that for Saturdays game they would be giving away free Beach Towels. As Joe said “You can always use another towel.” but a towel that says “Beat LA” on it? All I have to say is, that’s the true sign of a classy organization. Way to fail Padres. Way to fail.
I lost my voice last night. I think Chase Headley stole it.
I don’t write food reviews often and by no means do I consider myself an authority on food but after being recommended to eat at “Street” by Council President Eric Garcetti last week and actually eating there, I feel like this deserves a review because you all need to try this place. Once again Hollywood shows us why its the most diverse neighborhood in Los Angeles.
After a thorough viewing and then a reviewing of www.eatatstreet.com I came to two conclusions; 1. Street is not a restaurant, its a culture and 2. I needed reservations. I made online reservations for 8:15pm… good thing too because I was hoping to get reservations for 7:30pm but was denied. I assumed it was because there was no room. Turns out I was right. As The Demon Kitten and I walked in to Street at 8:10pm, located at 742 N. Highland just North of Melrose, we noticed the place was packed. “Good thing you made reservations.” said The Demon Kitten, or so she thought.
I immediately went to the hostess and gave her my name and reservation time. She apologized for not having a table ready and said it would take about 15 minutes. Okay, this didn’t make me too happy but it didn’t put me off either considering it would only be 10 minutes after the actual reservation time was made… totally understandable. She invited us to go to the bar, which was also packed and had people waiting to get their drinks so we passed and decided to wait patiently. Not five minutes passed when the hostess approached me to say that a table had just opened up and we would be seated as soon as it was cleaned. Ten minutes later we’re still standing at the bar waiting to be seated and the hostess is totally avoiding eye contact with me. I approached her again to find out how long it takes to clean a table, she apologized again saying the table was given to other people. I remained calm and just walked away. I told The Demon Kitten if we didn’t get a table in two minutes we would leave and get dinner at The Hollywood Corner a few blocks North on Sunset where I could guarantee the service would be impeccable; she agreed. Seconds after making that statement a waiter asked if we would like a drink while we waited and brought is a drink menu. We decided to order drinks. The Demon Kitten ordered a Cantaloupe and Beet Agua Fresca which was very tasty and I ordered a Julep which seemed to be the beverage of choice at the bar and I was not disappointed. It was very minty and had just the right amount of sweetness to mask the alcohol but still leaving the bite a good adult beverage should have. Minutes later we were seated.
Upon being seated any and all feelings of sketchy service disappeared. Our waiter, John, was very knowledgeable about the menu; he was very thorough and informative even telling us about a couple of items that were not on the menu. Upon reviewing the menu and highlighting a few items that sounded amazing John returned. We had a few questions regarding the “Globe Trot” which was a series of selections chosen by the Chef. John knew exactly what the selections of that day were and even pointed out that one item was made with beef after The Demon Kitten explained she only ate vegetables and seafood. We settled on the following four dishes.
The Chinese Sesame Cakes which are rice floured cakes filled with a homemade red bean paste, rolled in toasted sesame served with a peanut sauce. The only thing we both could say was that the sesame was very overwhelming.
The Ukrainian Dumplings stuffed with spinach served over a yummy cheese and a citrusy sauce were absolutely amazing. My mouth started watering as I typed this. If and when I go back I will definitely be having those again. In fact we asked John what he thought of them and he said “Probably my favorite dish.” We liked John.
The Japanese Shizo Shrimp rolled with nori seaweed and a light crispy dough served with ponzu, grated radish and wasabi was good but it was served at the same time as the Malaysian Black Pepper Clams which drowned out the taste of the shrimp.
The Malaysian Black Pepper Clams came in a medium sized bowl with about 25 clams. They are simmered in oyster sauce with cracked pepper, palm sugar, soy and lime. D-Licous! It also came with a piece of rye bread that goes very well when dipped in the remaining sauce at the bottom of the bowl.
I totally recommend trying the Ukrainian Dumplings and the Malaysian Black Pepper Clams. I would be willing to give the Shizo Shrimp another chance if served with a different dish and would only suggest trying the Chinese Sesame Cakes if you really like the taste of sesame.
For desert we shared an Egyptian Basbousa Cake which is a lime soaked semolina cake with macerated blueberries, lime curd and whipped cream. Very delicious especially with one of the many varied types of teas “Street” has to offer. We had the Argentinian Yerba Mate and the South African Chocolate Mint Tea.
The ambiance is a little loud but not so much that you cant have a conversation about how delicious your food is with a friend. Street offers indoor as well as patio seating with heaters on chilly nights. Good music adds to an already cool atmosphere giving you a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
Looking past the foul up with the reservations which I’ll give the benefit of the doubt to, this place is definitely a place I would like to return to soon, perhaps during a lunch break to see how they handle business at other times of day and to try some other items on the menu.
I hope you find this review helpful and will eat at Street. Don’t forget your reservations. 323.203.0500
A couple of days ago I was hanging out with my friend Malik Diamond when we decided we wanted some Vitos Pizza. Always the philosopher Malik pointed out that he had never really been to the heart of Hollywood, the heart being the residential neighbrhoods that house the people we depend on. These are the poeple that flip our burgers, drive our busses, cook our meals, haul our trash, connect our calls and drive our ambulances. They guard us while we sleep. He pointed out some psychodelic mural the corner of Willoughby and Gower saying this is where the beauty of Hollywood lies.
This reminded me of the Hollywood Shadow Project.
Completed in October 2001, the Hollywood Shadow Project was a series of seven installations dispersed throughout production areas of Hollywood. The designs were derived from stills of familiar and iconic movie scenes. At sunset, the sun passes through these sculptures and casts shadows on adjacent buildings. The intention was to evoke memory, as it is constituted through pictures and movies, and re-present this memory on the site of its invention: Hollywood. All of the sites incorporate buildings and businesses involved in making movies. It is also significant that the sculpture silhouettes were captured via optical means and are then reprojected here via the sun, which offers both light and motion. Solar powered public art if you will. The movie scenes included The Wild Bunch, Warlock, North by Northwest, The Magnificent Seven, 1 Million Years B.C., Easy Rider and “The End” credit from Casa Blanca.
Sadly, only two remain. I don’t know why they have been removed but its really a shame. We visited both sculptures
