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I keep meaning to post things and then get sidetracked. So please excuse my bad behavior. Today though, I must write a few words about a man that we just lost, Sam Shepard. What a brilliant writer and actor. My Sam story goes like this: Back in the 80s when I lived near The Beverly Center, which was brand new, haha, I used to ride my bicycle to lots of places. Sometimes it was with my friend Steve Robins, sometimes alone, often in the evening when the cool of the night would bring all of the different scents of whatever trees and flowers were planted on whatever street, many of them different. Night blooming jasmine down Sweetzer, roses on Flores, magnolias on Kings Rd., each street having a different flavor. Often I would ride on Beverly Blvd. or Melrose Blvd. almost to where it ended, where there was a restaurant called Trump's (pre-Trump Presidential era and before this location became Morton's when they moved from across the street) that I felt comfortable going to alone. Often, in bike clothing or ratty jeans and a sweatshirt, I was served just like the women dripping in diamonds would be treated. As a good customer. The valet parker guys would even take my bicycle for me and when I would show up in my brand new Chevy Blazer (pre-SUV era) they would park my beauty in between the Rolls and Ferrari's which was always hysterical and very, very kind! Heading into the bar for my usual (vodka martini straight up 2 olives OR an Amstel Light) I also would have dinner or a light snack, and loved their brie and green grape quesadilla, which I make at home to this day! This is where Sam came into my life!