After last night’s movie, I had dinner at the Apple Pan, a 60 year-old L.A. landmark, where I was served my tuna melt (off the menu, thank you very much), root beer in a conical paper cup inside a metal stand, and apple pie a la mode by the gentleman who has worked behind the counter there “since the week before Christmas, 1963.” That’s 45 years, and then some. Amazing.

I had a little more time to kill before I picked up Aimee at the airport, so I took the long way, past Randy’s Donuts for a photo op.