. . . Doobie Brother Michael McDonald helped roll my car out of a ditch in Laurel Canyon?
It was late. At least 1 a.m. I was taking Ace, a regular, home from the Palomino, where I had just finished a shift. I wonder what ever happened to him. I think he was a drug dealer, doing his thing at the famous nightclub..
Ace lived on a twisting road in Laurel Canyon. He blew a kiss, got out of the car, and started walking up his steep drive.
I backed out.
The back of my car landed in a ditch.
Shit.
Out of nowhere a man came up to my driver’s side window. “Need a hand?”
I looked over to the right side window, All my windows were open. Weaving through the canyon, I had been enjoying the soft California breeze.
There was Michael McDonald, in all his white-haired glory. Omg, omg, I thought.
“Y-y-y-y, yes.” I stammered.
I think.
Hearing the commotion, Ace had walked back down the hill. He positioned himself behind the back left fender. My Doobie got behind the right.
“OK, you can accelerate.”
Using that magical voice to haul a car out of a ditch.
I accelerated, as if I were back in an Ohio snowdrift. Easily, they worked me out.
The road I’m standin’ on, it twists and turns
The soles of my feet, Lord, they’re ’bout to burn
Oh, Lord, I’m gettin’ closer every day
Oh, Lord, closer every day *
Gotta love L.A.
* From What a Fool Believes, Minute by Minute, Michael McDonald, Kenny Loggins. 1978.
