The Robertson Dancer reminds me of the guy who used to go down La Cienega (dang, Stacy and I can't remember how to spell it, but you know what I mean) and near Hollywood Blvd. with the palm fronds headdress and the overflowing shopping cart.

We had few interesting folks like that in Ventura, too, which used to be the homeless capital of the southern california coast, until it went all gentrified.