rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Fog Time and Foggy Time

Gray light emerges. It is a foggy morning. Light rain continues to fall, but much louder is the sound of accumulated water being shed by the trees. There is wind, too, singing in the ghostly tops of the pines, but here below the air is still. It's a splendid beginning to winter.

I was going to a number of things this night, but ended up spending way too much time doing stuff here, adding bits and pieces to the accumulating mass of information about vanished Los Angeles theatres such as the Optic. What gathering together all this information will accomplish in the end, if anything, I don't know. I just find it endlessly diverting. I wish I could have seen the Hot Mamma Chorus at the Follies in 1927. And boooo to Chief Investigator Vail for having them arrested! I hope they beat the rap.
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