Babies

I stepped out of my front door, into a street full of babies. Parents toting babies of every color, shape and
description milled about in front of the building next door, and some sat on our steps. There was a
chaotic and urgent air. At first I thought it was a political demonstration, then I realized that it was a casting call.

My street is cobblestoned and off a main street, and it's a magnet for film and photo shoots. We regard
them as an annoyance, and have long tired of the self-important production assistants and the glacial
pace of shooting. Everyone here knows the dirty secret of filmaking: it's incredibly boring. You could,
however, mount a respectable film festival just with films shot on my block. Lucille Ball under my
window as a homeless woman, Spike Lee in the alley, old episodes of Kojack, The Taking of Pelham
One Two Three, the Rolling Stones Love is Strong video...

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