A pair of local filmmakers, favorites of graduate students and aesthetes, but less-than-prolific in their own artistic production, encountered one another-after several years of tacitly intentional estrangement-coincidentally, in front of the Bel-Air mansion which Alfred Hitchcock had once called home and in which he died. They had traveled from Baltimore to Los Angeles separately (one by plane and one by car), for different purposes (one for business and the other as a vacation). Both of them had taken the trip at substantial personal expense and, despite the critical acclaim they both had garnered, neither was a rich man. Because of the struggle, each man had come to understand his own trip as a personal pilgrimage and each had walked to Hitchcock's home with the hope of understanding how that man had lived. Upon meeting on that street, a regretful surprise for both of them, they shook firm hands and complimented each other's most recent films and agreed that, once back in Baltimore, they would each watch the other's complete oeuvre and then meet over crabs and canned beer to discuss their films at length. The problems began, however, when one of them suggested he would make a short film recreating this chance meeting before the Hitchcock residence, and the other stomped off in disgust, declaring that such an attempt to fix a moment was a mockery of the moment itself.


John Dermot Woods writes, draws, and teaches in Brooklyn, NY. He is the author of the The Complete, Collection of people, places & things (BlazeVOX), edits the arts quarterly Action,Yes and organizes the online reading series Apostrophe Cast.
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