It was a beautiful Fall day last week. We decided to take a drive up to Beverly Hills, take in the sights along the celebrated Rodeo Drive, where the movie “Pretty Woman” was filmed and the three block “epicenter of luxury, fashion and lifestyle”, as their website states.
Our first encounter with the neighborhood began when we looked for a parking space. We noticed signs warning that only residents or people with special permits could park along the tree lined streets, festooned by multimillion dollar homes. We inquired of a nice gentleman, waiting outside for a friend to arrive and he confirmed that visitors to the neighborhood could not leave their vehicle without written permission from one of the surrounding owners.
As we searched for other parking options, we imagined a local tycoon, in a Ferrari, speeding down one of the streets, narrowly missing another vehicle, where upon the angered motorist might yell “hey, do you think you own the damn road?” to which the well-healed resident would smugly respond, “well, in fact I do”
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We passed several streets with affluent sounding names like Roxbury Drive and Brighton Way, but one corner stuck in our minds, the intersection of Gregory Way and Peck Drive. The handsome and distinguished actor Gregory Peck lived in Beverly Hills with his wife Veronica for over 30 years, until his passing in 2003. It seemed only right that he should receive just such a designation.
I parked our vehicle, making a mental note of that very corner, so we could later find the car, after a long afternoon of perusing shops and sampling local cuisine. We walked briskly in the cold air toward our destination, not knowing what we would find there.
I lived in Los Angeles long ago, but seemed always too busy to take in the finer side of the city. So though I may have passed Rodeo Drive on many occasions over the years, this was the first time I allowed myself time to take a leisurely stroll through this fashionable paradise.
When we arrived, we were greeted by the absolute grandeur you would expect from one of the most exclusive shopping areas in the world. Giant Christmas trees, brilliantly decorated and sparkling with crystal elegance; carolers singing for passers by; huge windows and small alcoves, welcoming patrons in to sample their finest items. But in spite of the opulent, upper-crust appearance of Rodeo Drive, we found store owners and everyone we encountered to be exceptionally down to earth, affable and warm.
We walked around until well after dark and decided it was time to begin our 3 hour drive home. We meandered back using our original path, eventually arriving again at the memorable corner of Gregory Way and Peck Drive, but our car was no where to be found. It was dark and cold and yet there we stood, at the end of a perfect day, contemplating the possibility that our car had been stolen. Maybe we remembered the car’s location incorrectly. But I was so sure!
The temperature was dropping, our energy was waning and our anxiety was building. What should we do? Call the police? Put ourselves at the mercy of the very institution responsible for keep throngs of visitors from dominating the city's valuable curb space? But what other choice did we have? Maybe the car had indeed been stolen, in which case calling 911 would be the appropriate action. And so I did.
By entering 911 on my cell phone, I was immediately connected to the Beverly Hills Police Department. We provided our name, the make and model of the vehicle and our current location to the 'watch commander' and literally, no more than 2 minutes later, Officer Brian Horst appeared on the scene. He told us from his earlier experience, working in East L.A. where car thefts were a daily occurrence, that our particular vehicle would be hard to steal. So we had probably misplaced it. He asked for the key fob and requested we wait, as he drove around, pressing the alarm button in the hope that our car would sound off. He returned several minutes later, saying he hadn’t found the vehicle. We were obviously distressed to hear that, but he requested more information and decided to take a second pass.
There we waited, becoming a spectacle in this understandably watchful neighborhood. I began to plan how we would get home. Maybe AAA would help us rent a car, or maybe we’d stay the night in Beverly Hills. Then I thought, "Oh wait, it’s Beverly Hills! I don’t think I have enough in my bank account or on my credit card to cover even one night". The more I pondered, the fewer choices I realized we had.
Suddenly, officer Horst appeared again, lights flashing and uttering the words we longed to hear over his loud speaker:
"I found it!"
We jumped for joy, like a couple of kids, pumping our fists in the air with glee.
It turns out that Beverly Hills had charmed us into an altered state, such that, starry eyed, we had parked a block West of that fateful corner, the truth obscured by visions of Gregory Peck walking along the very same sidewalks, proudly admiring his name memorialized in those street signs. But that is not the real story.
The real story is Officer Horst. Once our emergency had passed and we knew where our car was parked, we turned our attention to this friendly hero who had saved our day. He hopped out of the car and into the beam of a nearby street light, to chat a bit before we parted ways.
He was a fresh faced young man who would have looked more at home in a Nordstrom ad than a police car. His broad smile and easy manner was immediately disarming. So much in contrast to the treatment our men in blue receive in the media now-a-days. Abuse of power, misconduct, aggressive tactics and corruption are the key phrases we now often associate with the very force charged with our protection.
It’s easy to forget that these are men and women, not unlike ourselves. They have chosen a life of service and in so doing, place themselves in harm's way every day. As casual observers, it’s so easy to point fingers and find fault. But who among us could face down a potential killer and maintain our composure?
Officer Horst told us that the suicide rate within the U.S. police forces are among the highest of any profession. Divorce and depression are also at epidemic levels and yet, as our world continues to become increasingly dangerous and as we place even more responsibilities in their hands, some resilient souls like this young man still manage to bring relief to our hearts and a smile to our faces.
We shook hands, exchanged holiday greetings and went our separate ways. But from this day forward, we will not forget the young knight who saved a couple, lost in the wilderness of Beverly Hills.
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