the hills from which my help comes

Ah yes, returning to the fall routine with Choir starting up and the sun disappearing over the horizon earlier each evening. My side trip to LA visiting my daughter and the trips up and down Fairfax and on the 217 Local Bus and the 780 Rapid Bus resonate in my head. The faces and the people first waiting to board the bus and then riding to their respective destinations. My imagination wants to invent or discover their story and the whys and wherefores of their journey that day or evening. Finally, Sunday evening the 217 Local arrives at our exit on Hollywood Blvd after the long trek from Third and Fairfax with the bus teeming with people. The crowd pretty much maintained its strangle-hold until we arrived at Highland and Hollywood when a sizable majority of riders disgorged into the sidewalk chaos at that busy intersection. Then it was but another ten blocks or so until we disembarked, walked the four blocks North, past the Scientology headquarters mansion up to Franklin Ave the Prizzi's Piazza Restaurant, our culinary home away from home. It made for a very interesting Sunday evening capping off my first day of visiting and sharing with Kim. Days, hours, and minutes that I will cherish and savor for some time.