I called Irwin, my driver, and told him to meet me at my place in an hour and to bring coffee - there was work on the line. He was grumpy until i mentioned money. I hung up and looked out my window. It was getting light. Hollywood, below me, was filling up with hazy sunshine. I felt a slight tremor ; part caffeine, part Beethoven, part a last passage of night air. I felt my life was going to change.
Wilshire and La Brea
Los Angeles 1937