This relates to something down the page, so don't be like this guy: angry or confused or just annoyed. It's a Google Street View clip, obviously. Not from around here.
Wife's Hen Party is going on now. The mojitos went over well, especially with fresh mint from the garden. Too much food, as we say in America. And not enough ice, as they say in Europe, or would, if they were American. I'm up in my study, staying clear except to wander out and see if anyone wants refills.
Update: they have moved to Aperol Spritzers, which sounds like some middle-European lesser nobility. Perhaps he is the man in the Austrian secret service who hires Offlo Jabaggage to do the dirty work of the state.
Aperol: for when you want something that reminds you how much you really don't like Campari all that much.
UPDATE: Turns out I didn't spend my exile entirely in my room. I made a few swings to refresh drinks and chat, and then do the clean-up while they're all outside in the gazebo have a merrie olde tyme, and then the post-party clean-up, which involved rebagging and reboxing the myriad forms of crackers. Then I went to the storage room and got out the give-away plastic containers and started loading up the perishables to press on everyone as they left. And now it's eleven. Good thing I've other things to tell you about.
So: another account of an internet peregrination, as we go . . .
As I noted a while ago, I started watching old Columbos. The stories are usually fine, often great. But it’s Falk we come to see. The character had the benefit of not airing weekly, so his tics and mannerisms and tricks didn’t wear out their welcome. The secondary pleasure is the appearance of an old actor who’d be familiar to part of the audience, but not to all. When I was 12 I didn’t know who Myrna Loy was. The fourth appeal is one that’s been added by time: inadvertent documentary of the way we lived in the early 70s.
Well, the way they lived. The plots usually involved perfidy by rich people, so the sets are overstuffed and garish, the standard TV idea of wealth and style. There aren’t a lot of exterior shots you can place today, but sometimes you get lucky. When I saw this . . .
. . . I had this little ting! That told me I might be able to find that location. And what do you know:
The interior was not used for the ep, though. I had to snag this tableau, because it’s something people of my demographic cohort will recognize right away. Not only recognize it, but know how it felt when you grasped it, and how much it weighed.
That candle. The candle with the plastic mesh. I hadn’t thought of those in a long time - why would I? But the object was back in the brain, stored away, a prop waiting to be brought out and put to use.
As for the building down the street, that’s not hard.
Why the design? Why the lack of windows?
It was a Bekins storage facility.
The Wikipedia article on Bekins is sparse.
In 1891, in Sioux City, Iowa, John Bekius and Martin (né Bekius) Bekins, brothers, started a furniture moving business.
Eventually they moved themselves to LA in 1894. By the 20s the company was doing well enough to put up big buildings like this, helping people store unneeded things.
I had, for a while, the original location, but I can't find the file and the newspaper.com search isn't helpful. Odd, considering that's where I got it. Well, doesn't matter. The original location is gone, and the current state of the area is worth a look. Wandering down the street and using the time machine, you can see how graffiti spread and covered every wall.
Once upon a time:
Gone, with only Google to remember what was there. A lot of the neighborhood was like this:
But subsequently cleaned, and much better for it.
It’s something you never see in the old Columbos, but perhaps that’s because it was a TV show, and wouldn’t show graffiti unless they were making a statement or wanted to let you know this was a Dangerous Place. But the California of this era does look cleaner. The most anodyne street looks normal and safe. This California looks dirty and done-for.
Down the street there’s this monster:
It’s a courthouse. Maybe Columbo showed up here to testify. Maybe he saw what the street became in the end and wished he’d called Bekins to arrange a move to some place that wasn’t California.
Odd how it has no grafitti. As if they cared to discourage such a thing.
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