As I drove up Wilcox I was warmed at the thought of seeing the construction inherent in any structure whereby a bullet can pass through a person, and through the floor and through the ceiling below. (Of course, it may have been a firearm of some insane caliber, which made me smile inwardly all the more.)
Quickly pulled from my reverie as I saw Fain & Lavine’s Hollywood hangout had been destroyed as surely as had Mrs. Odman’s belief in a good night’s sleep–
