It's not all Porsches and Plastic Faces

Los Angeles has a lot to offer. Pulling off the freeway in Burbank last week I came to the bottom of the exit ramp and who was hiding behind a fluffy, dark green shrub? Not a homeless person pooping, but a California Highway Patrol orificer. He looked up at me "you don't have your seatbelt on, pull over". Damnit! Filling the quota I guess. When he approached the cab of my truck to issue my citation, I asked him if he ever hummed the theme to "CHiPS" as he barreled down the freeway or if he ever called his partner Ponch. I was given but a smirk. My rider/co-worker thought we would certainly be carted off to the pokey.
I was in line behind Erik Estrada at LAX not to long ago. He was a jovial guy and the all of the curbside baggage guys seemed to know him well. South of the border he is considered a stud, I think.
After cursing my way over the hill into Hollywood we were driving west on Beverly Blvd. This area is heavily populated by Hasidic Jews. It is common place to see the men of this religion walking La Brea and Beverly Blvds with their tall hats, long side burns(and I mean to their shoulders long), and all black suits. Over the years I' ve also noticed they all seem to drive unwashed American made 4 door sedans usually missing a hubcap or two. The wives drive dented mini vans and the kids walk or ride simple inexpensive bikes. But all live in houses I'd never be able to afford( The Big Man does work in mysterious ways). One thing that is not common place is to see these men in the same tall hats and suits but instead of the drab black, but today we saw a man covered in tiger print. Another looked kinda like a pimp, with purple fedora matching his suit with leopard print lapels. On this day we saw a boy waiting to cross the street wearing his yarmulka, but clothed in an odd camoflage; normal camo colors but with a little red thrown in. Hmm, were the Germans color blind?
As we drove by the boy something down a side street caught my eye. "hey did you see that? There was a huge camel down that street!" My co-worker replied "What?!?!, you're screwing with me". "No dude, I swear!".

My boss took these pics cuz my camera was on the fritz. Obviously the camel wrangler is not Jewish, or maybe she is and she is just celebrating her inner cowboy.

So the Jews were celebrating a holiday called Purim. Some of the cool girls at this furniture store we were picking up from informed us of this holiday, then one of my bosses who is Jewish filled us in on the rest. Back in the day there was an old school Hitler type guy named Haman who wanted to rid the world of the Jewish people. They were saved by Esther and now they ride camels with stuffed monkeys tied to them to celebrate their freedom ...Holla! or do they say Challah!... hey, I'm just white gentile( is that redundant?) from Florida.