Part of my regular loop of driving includes a stretch from my house to Hollywood. That's where Harry's school is, where my gym is, where the Trader Joe's, the movie theater, the tae kwon do studio all are. Sometimes without meaning to, I'll find myself heading on that road when I need to go somewhere else and then I'll have to turn around and backtrack. There are parts of the route that may have been glamorous once, back in the 30s and 40s, but have long since become a place to buy crack, beg for change or pee in a doorway. I am familiar with a few of the people I see and I wonder if they are homeless or if, after a long day of walking and scavenging, they go home, walk up a flight of rotty wood stairs, and fit their key in a lock just like any old normal joe. On the days I don't see them I always wonder where they are.