This time our mystery cameraman has front mounted his camera and taken a daytime drive around Hollywood Blvd. and its environs. It's 1957 and Los Angeles has already acquired the same glaring, brown, sickly light that has made me nauseous for as long as I can remember. There is a near collision with a blue Thunderbird that, after waiting at a red light, attempts to jump the green light and make a left turn, only to find itself stuck as the car next to our camera-car apparently beats him to it. Another instance of LA having changed very little--aggressive drivers in sports cars continue to screw things up to this day.