I am reminded of what used to be called Franklin Park near where I used to live in Hollywood (now it’s called The Dorothy J. and Benjamin B. Smith Park, no doubt due to the largesse of some anonymous benefactor or benefactors unknown). It’s a pretty tiny park a short walk from the Dolby Theatre where they hold the Oscars. They’ve got a couple of weirdly-shaped concrete benches wherein people sitting next to each other are obliged to face in opposite directions. Not bad for loners who don’t want to feed the same pigeons their neighbor is feeding, but obviously designed to thwart bench-sleeping. I hate those benches.
