The Rug

Sahara Dust — Part One: Chasing My Tail - Chapter Three

Phil Radin had a couch. That’s how I got to Los Angeles.

We had worked together at Gasser’s in San Francisco. He’d returned home to LA, landed a job at Panavision, and kept calling — come on down, the water’s fine. The film business is here. So I went. I slept on his couch in Brentwood for a couple of weeks, then found a two-bedroom apartment a couple o…