What a wonderful thing it is to sip your morning coffee while listening to the thundering sound of two helicopters hovering over West Hollywood, 800 or 1000 feet up, about a quarter of a mile to the northeast. It’s like that scene in Costa Gavras‘ Missing (’82) when John Shea and Melanie Mayron wake up in Vina del Mar on the day of the coup against Salvador Allende, and helicopters are hovering just outside their hotel-room window.
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