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Yesterday, I was walking around this neighborhood during my “lunch hour” and happened to meet a woman who was shooting with her Canon for possible film locations.
I told her about a house I had just seen on Troost (about six blocks west) that was “an all American place” with a picket fence, mature trees and a tire swing hanging from a tree.
She told me that she was scouting for “K-Mart” and that this would involve a kid getting off a school bus and Mom meeting him in front of the house.
She wanted to know exactly where the perfect sounding home was, and I told her I would drive back with her and show her exactly where it was. I had parked in front of that home and this was a way of getting a ride back.
“No thanks,” she said. “That would be TOO WEIRD”. She got into her black coupe car and drove off.
I guess my expensive camera and her expensive camera and the broad daylight of Studio City and my clean shaven, white face were all too ominious for this female.
Here in Van Nuys 