The last time I brushed elbows with people like this—people whose names were standard fare in the columns—was in Los Angeles, more specifically, Beverly Hills, when I worked at Boulevard magazine. The name of the magazine is a reference to Sunset Boulevard, which runs through Brentwood, Bel Air, Beverly Hills and West Hollywood. Boulevard is a high-gloss chronicle of high society in Los Angeles (i.e., anything or anybody with lots of money).
