There we were, two of more than four million Angelinos, chatting on the upper level of the Westside Pavilion.
I asked him what he thought of the map I had presented to the commissioners.
He laughed, and said: "I've been facing that all my life; I'm used to it."
He is a tall, good-looking guy, muscular — purposeful, yet youthful in his demeanor, much younger than me, of course.
"So you understand what the situation is?"
"Sure."
"Yet you're laughing."
He smiled, but his eyes were serious.
"If I didn't keep laughing, I'd get pissed off about it. Like I said, I've been facing it all my life."
"Well, then, I'll be the one that gets pissed off for you," I said.
He smiled again, we shook hands, and he strode away.
I was pacing an upper level of the Westside Pavilion shopping center on May 2 when "The Rev. Dr." Lewis Logan, as he is known, strode by.
