Michael Landon

He was walking back from the set of Highway To Heaven. Calmly, smoothly. A button up white shirt that was unbuttoned a few buttons. Hair fluffy as ever, blue jeans and brown boots. While he walked down the streets of Hollywood he couldn’t help but notice a young woman in the alleyway. Blunt between her fingers, curly frizzled hair, baggy jeans and a white t shirt. Michael Landon had started a program to help children like this and now before his eyes, a child who obviously was in need of his help. He stopped and leaned on the wall. “So you come here often, kid?”