A poem by the incomparable Deedee Ruth.
Hollywood, I went on Thursday
The day was very cold
It was very much a fun day
The letters in the stars were bold
I went to American Girl
My doll has a curl
I ate so much food
I was about to hurl
I went into a wax museum
with wax people in it
I was so scared to see 'em
I went out in a minute
So if you are feeling blue
Go with you mom to Hollywood
It is a very loving experience
So go ahead and DO IT!
And now, for my fond impressions...
American Girl Place
(we spent hours and hours here and still did not want to leave.)
Early morning taxi rides to the airport. A delectable luncheon on the terrace. Feeding the dolls. Kit footing the bill. Display after display of miniature historical artifacts. Dolls coming to life everywhere. And watching Dee devour book after book in the bookstore.
Dee crashed a premiere barricade to get her hands in Shirley Temple's prints and we got bounced big time. Avoiding the paparazzi.
Watching the transformation of Dee in the wax museum from totally spooked to first rate ham. Soaking in Tinsel Town. Our drive up Santa Monica Blvd. Almost dying trying to take a picture of the temple. Punchy laughter.
The professor loves to make dreams come true and in one fell swoop he provided a day Dee and I will never forget for its fun, adventure and the connection we shared.
Thank you kindly. You are(like your father before you) a dream maker.