Would CRC would out of place on Hollywood Blvd? Listen, there's nobody out of place on Hollywood Blvd. Not even an Eskimo in whale gut rain gear.
Sheesh, 20 years ago a friend of mine (Randolf Holst-Fisher) used to stroll Hollywood Blvd in the dress blacks of an SS Standartenfuhrer (Colonel) immaculate and correct in every detail. Did he look the part? A real SS Standartenfuhrer would be absolutely green with envy of his Arian perfection (he was also queer as a three dolar bill, but I understand that was not a violation of authenticity either).
He mingling easily with pot smoking hippies, transvestites, prostitutes, LA Fuzz strutting their macho to the queers, tourists from Omaha, Narcs, Sailors from [insert country here], screen writers, Hari Krishnas, the guy who tried to hand passers by dollar bills, and any aliens more savy than the dim bulbs who visit Roswell.
OK CRC, I'll talk to you about this Pascal stuff in a bit and tell you what you'd have to put up with.