This is what I wrote last February about my first visit to Los Angeles. Now I’m back in town, this time in the company of Mrs. T, and I continue to marvel at the infinitely puzzling place in which I once again find myself. I don’t know whether I like it, and I can’t imagine living here, but I’ve never been to a more improbable or fascinating city, and I’m more than glad that my duties as drama critic of The Wall Street Journal will henceforth be bringing me here once or twice a year.
Nothing much to report. I flew down from San Francisco, yesterday, drove to Hollywood, collected Mrs. T, checked into our hotel, and let myself unwind a bit. No sooner did we unlock the door than we discovered that we could see the HOLLYWOOD sign from the window of our seventh-floor room. That amused us both no end.
The fun starts today. We’re going to spend the afternoon driving around town, then meet our friend Stephanie Steward at the Pasadena Playhouse to see a revival of Orson’s Shadow, a play I reviewed very enthusiastically when I first saw it off Broadway in 2005. It struck me that I couldn’t do much better than to see a show about Orson Welles in Los Angeles, so that’s my plan.
As for tomorrow, I’ll get back to you….