Lyman Frank Baum may as well have named his famous story The Wizard of Oz: chasing a dream in Los Angeles. It’s weird, it’s disorienting, you meet strange people, and you definitely get the sense that yes, you might not be in Kansas anymore. It makes sense then, that during a visit through the Hollywood hills I’d find what I consider a eulogy to the enigmatic story and entertain the possibility of confronting an eccentric hermit. I am interested in what reasoning/motivation results in small plastic toys tethered to concrete as a presentation piece in front of your house. e.g.:
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 