The last Friday of the year, late December in the middle of Hollywood, in the eighties and dry as a bone – but there are wisps of ice at high altitude in the impossibly blue sky. The old theaters from the late twenties, and the old bank with its eagles and the Art Deco and Spanish Revival buildings, look spooky on such days. All of Hollywood is a little spooky, but it's where some of us ended up. This was Friday afternoon, December 27, 2013.