This isn’t what we’ve been hearing.
Our idea of the holidays isn’t standing around on pavement in the middle of a street. Nor is it snacking on overpriced truck food from out-of-towners on the make.
The old MP gatherings were small affairs where friends, neighbors, and strangers would cram the sidewalks and then necessarily venture inside funky stores they’d never been before. Some times you’d even see people go into the used bookstores they used to have down there (the horror), or a used clothing store that had nothing to do with the studios. Acquaintances you hadn’t seen in years would show up.
One year we actually some guy walking around with a timber wolf. Even the Scientologists caroling on the corner of Hollywood Way didn’t spoil the scene because they were easy to avoid if you crossed over to the other side, which everyone did. You could see them coming because they all tried to look like Tiny Tim. They actually stood on real theatrical risers when they sang to make themselves appear completely organized, which somehow figured.
You can have this new Burbank. It’s no fun any more. The stores are mostly commercialized crap. And whose bright idea was it to block Magnolia Blvd?
Ten thousand people they say? That too is ridiculous.