Woodland Hills House
Observe the house they lived in. It was a wood-framed place, apparently in the flight paths of local hawks; now and then, you'd hear a thump! and realize that a large bird had just smacked into the outside wall.
In the hottest days of summer, the AC managed to keep it cool, but it had a not-unpleasant smell of baked wood.
One winter when I was visiting, there was a dusting of snow. It happened at night, and the darkness was lit by flashbulbs as people hurried outside to snap pictures. Me, too.
The house sat upon a hollow concrete box that formed a kind of above-ground basement, teeming with black widow spiders. I got plastered at a party there once and for some reason, it seemed like a good idea to go to that spider-infested place and hang out. But that's another story ...
Um. Anyway, it was an artist's house, lots of stairs and windows and balconies looking out over the valley, and designed pretty much for a family without small children or dogs. Reaves tricked out the garage into a movie room, big screen TV, and there they were.
Within a couple years, they had the first of three children and a dog, the multiple stairs were less workable, and they eventually moved to the flats, to a hacienda-style place once owned by the champion swimmer and actor Buster Crabbe, which, when it was built, had the largest private swimming pool in the area. Movies were filmed there, including one of Elvis's.
Yet another story.
I posted this just to show how crazy people can be. Southern California, the home of biblical disasters -- earthquakes, mudslides, forest fires. And here's this house, perched there like a raptor's aerie, waiting for the Big One ...
Brynne Chandler & Michael Reaves
I remember buying him a bunch of stuff like Geritol and laxative and hemorrhoid cream and such as gag gifts. Funny then. Not as funny these days ...