Vine Street

The name is Wilhelm Ulrich.

The address is 2192 Vine Street, Hollywood.

Written on a typewriter.

No signature.

10.10 a.m. Frank and I left the office and drove to Hollywood to meet the woman who'd called in.

She said that she wanted to meet us in one of the coffee shops along Vine Street.

We drove out the new freeway to Hollywood Boulevard and then down to Vine Street.

We parked the car and walked up to the coffee shop.

The girl on the phone had refused to give us her name, so Frank and I had no way of knowing who she might be.

certified, Buck.

When I drive down Vine Street in my horse and buggy, everybody stares at me.

Oh, still driving the old nag, eh? Did you imagine that, Mary? Andy drives into town in a horse and buggy.

He ought to be up to date and get a Maxwell 840.

The name is Wilhelm Ulrich.

The address is 2192 Vine Street, Hollywood.

Fitting on a typewriter.

No signature.

A funeral service was held for the star shortly after her death at the Bennett Funeral Home in Scarsdale, New York.

For her unforgettable contributions to the motion picture industry, Dorothy Dalton received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame that you all can visit at 1560 Vine Street and pay your respects.

The iconic Hollywood award was bestowed upon Dalton on February 8th, 1960.

But even in death, Dorothy couldn't seem to escape the talk about her hair.

Then they came back three months later and they said, "No, you should really come and look at this." I'm like, "Okay." And then when I got here, I'm like, "Oh my goodness, what an opportunity this is." You know, better understanding the soils and the climate, just being a novice like myself, I had no idea what a hidden treasure this is.

And talking to you, I didn't realize that the California wine industry or the American wine industry really started here in LA on Vine Street.

You know, started in the early 1800s.

I always thought it was out in the Gold Rush where the California wine industry really started out in the foothills, but you know, it started down here right along the LA River.

Frank and I left the office and drove to Hollywood to meet the woman who'd called in.

She said that she wanted to meet us in one of the coffee shops along Vine Street.

We drove out the new freeway to Hollywood Boulevard and then down to Vine Street.

We parked the car and walked up to the coffee shop.

The girl on the phone had refused to give us her name, so Frank and I had no way of knowing who she might be.

Even Hollywood itself.

I wonder if the loafers still clutter up the sidewalk outside the Teatro on Vine Street.

I wonder if the hardest-working newsboy in the world is still on the corner of Hollywood and Vine.

Wonder if Roland's still at the parking lot back at the Equitable, and that bartender at the Derby that always used to put the bite on you for fifty bucks.