I’d settle for one: dead.

The scope required to find answers is so beyond mental comprehension - as mind-blowing as imagining the edge of the universe. Thank you for striving to remain based in facts. Too little of that going ‘round. I’m ready 🍿

Thank you for creating this thread. I remain utterly obsessed with this mystery.

This was my freeway exit home for the three years I lived on Hotel Circle South in Mission Valley.

Bald Eagles?

A billion times yes. I never knew I could feel this depth of hated and I haven’t hit bottom yet. A life lesson I didn’t need.

Ditto. I never knew my soul had such depths of hatred, and the bottom keeps dropping. Life lesson I didn’t need.

I must share one of my dad’s encounters: In an elevator going to his doctor he dropped the paper lunch bag holding his urine sample in a glass jar. His elevator companion Dean Martin rushed to help pick up the broken pieces of glass.

I was getting my haircut in 1980 by my longtime stylist when Billy Joel walked into the room and started flirting. The two were good friends.

Waiting for our car at LA’s Biltmore Hotel valet with my a sometimes dingy friend, she asked Tommy Lasorda, also waiting for his car, “Hey! Aren’t you in those Weight Watchers commercials?!”

- Photographed wedding vows between two people in Santa Monica’s Ocean Park while Priscilla Presley and a friend sat ten feet away on a blanket enjoying the afternoon.
- Photographing a wedding at a private home in Malibu, guest Seth Rogan asked me something random about my camera.

Being from LA, too many, but top contenders:
- Shot the breeze at LAX Tom Bradley with actor Bill Paxton while we both waited for international arrivals.
- Actor Tom Bosley bought me an ice cream at a busy Haagen Daz for giving him my “next up” ticket.

Her new home does not have a safe room, a “Mamad”. This is what they must do now multiples times a day and night 2/2.

Pope Mango IV. If only I’d had deep dish pizza….