It’s strange how very good or bad news hits you from out of nowhere. So thought Michael Vogt as he lay down, drowsy after a simple yet full lunch. He had woken today futureless and unemployed. Then the phone rang. The call had vitalized him, setting his mind abuzz all morning with his changed fortunes.
The homeless may have been called hippies in San Francisco but in LA they were still called bums. As the trans writer Jan Morris once said, L.A. is the can-do city, not at all into flower children like little San Francisco. They still called the cops on black FEDEX deliverymen in Beverly Hills: “Help, there