Today, I was stuck on Sepulveda behind a BMW 750I.  I’m not really sure what that is, but it looked very expensive.

I took note because the car’s license plate frame was from my alma mater.  This not an uncommon occurrence in Los Angeles.  Many of our alumni have grown rich and successful in Hollywood.  (I see far fewer plate frames from our cross-town rival.  Hee.)

Seeing those frames on fancy cars riding down the freeway or, even better, parked in a studio parking lot, always picks me up.  Somebody made it; I can too!

Granted, I have the same frame on my crappy PA-mobile.  I may well be depressing the driver behind me.

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3 Responses

  1. U.S.C.

    Umm, not bad if you can’t get into a real school.

    That’s the attitude I had to deal with last week working on a “student” film done by a Harvard grad, with his school chums helping him out.

    Daddy had dropped a ton of chump change on him and told him to go out and make a film to show the world what a bright lad he is, so he did.

    Shame that no one will ever see it, parts were almost decent. Almost…..

  2. Assuming you went to USC, this is the kind of thing that gives your school such a bad name amongst us Morlocks below-the-line: that maroon and gold “USC Cinema” plate on the back of so many insultingly expensive, uber-luxury, look-at-me! land yachts cruising the streets and highways of Southern California.

    On the other hand, there’s one of those same plates on the Chevy econo-box driven by a key grip I know who graduated from the USC film program many years ago. He’s a good grip, too.

    His plate doesn’t bother me at all.

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