Going to the Getty was fabulous for several reasons: Rembrandt exhibit, gardens in bloom, a boy knitting a red sweater and running into Jack Black. Was a weird moment. He looked like a friend and he was smiling at us from the stairs. When I came up the brief flight, I said "aaaagh" or something and he said "hey." He was with his little toddler and so were we. Cool dads. Funny.
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