It’s February 1979 - It’s L.A. - Sometimes Memorial Drive Has Potholes.

It’s February 1979 - It’s L.A. - Sometimes Memorial Drive Has Potholes.

When getting old meant turning 30 and mumbling incoherently. What was it, thirty years? The waitress at Hal’s must’ve passed your table five or six times before she stopped and asked. You knew each other – more than that, you made promises – a long time ago. Same eyes – same ones you swore you’d never forget – same ones you met in High School. Been that long. Much as you were taking inventory, so was she. You freely admit to having a wall of fat…