As a kid, born and raised in L.A.’s San Fernando Valley, I was briefly exposed to the art of filmmaking, and the collaborative effort involved with making the unbelievable…believable. Getting even a small glimpse of a film crew hard at work in my neighborhood was always an exciting event for me. At the age of five or six, I can remember my mother driving us from the valley into downtown Los Angeles. It was in this car ride that I realized I lived in a special geographical location. At the age of six, I understood that it was a unique privilege to be cruisin’ down the 101 freeway while peering out the car window upon the ornate structures of downtown Hollywood, having come, earlier that day, from the sandy shores of Zuma Beach, and being close enough to the snow-capped San Bernardino Mountains to go skiing…just for the day. Even then, I was a proud Angelino, destined to study my city and its countless treasures.