Perhaps 20 minutes after they set their bags down, Meghan, Jacob, and I were on Sunset Boulevard as I gave them the neighborhood tour. A man walked up to us and told us he was Jimi Hendrix, and could we give him a quarter or a dollar? He called Jacob "John...John Lennon." I noticed that the man was wearing a woman's short-sleeved sweater in heathered purple, with a cable-knit bib under a boatneck.
"Purple haze, purple haze," he said as he walked away with the two dollars we'd given him (because whatever, we had a couple bills handy). We watched as he went a few feet farther down the street and addressed a statue of a Marine outside the Army Supply store. He tucked the bills we'd just given him into the statue's belt (as if the statue had just performed some kind of erotic bar-top dance, which would really have been something) and walked away around the corner.
Welcome to Los Angeles, cousins!! Celebrity sightings are all part of the experience.