So yesterday, I'm stopped at the light at 59th Street and Park Avenue, and who should cross the street directly in front of me...not 10 away? Some hot young engenue? Not so much. My brilliant celebrity-spotting was Larry fucking King. Gawd, is that man creepy-scary looking. He looks like he's wearing shoulder pads.
Also, on the location scouting front, I think somebody once asked how we find the houses we're looking for and I answered that we just drive to likely neighborhoods and then start knocking on doors and/or leaving letters telling the owner that we'd like to scout their house and to call us if they're interested. Well the show I'm working on now is a show where they interview NYPD detectives about interesting cases they've had in the past and then re-create portions of what happened. The producer called me today and gave me an address in Staten Island that I should go check out. It seems that it was a crack house back in the 80's and one of the cops has an interesting story about a bust they did there once. So, I went to said address...and proceeded to shoot a few shots from the street without getting out of the car.
To be honest, the photos don't do the block justice. It's a really scary looking block when you're there in person.
Transcript of phone conversation:
Producer: Hey, Nathan. What's up?
Me: Well the good news is that the house is still there and the block is every bit as skeevy as you'd want it to be.
Producer: Was there anybody home?
Me: That's the bad news. The front door is boarded up and there's no fucking way I'm wandering around that house and back alley by myself.
Yeah...just call me Super-Wuss. (I'll track down who the owner is and arrange to meet them there.)
As promised...Lamb Chops.
And for a bonus...last night's skirt steak. (The foil contains fresh string beans with sliced tomatoes and mushrooms.) It was all delicious. (And no I don't take pictures of dinner every night. I needed this picture for one of the threads on the 'e'.)