Wax or Flesh?The Wax Museum is located in the heart of Hollywood. When the uber driver dropped off Marilyn and I on Hollywood Boulevard, I felt the energy surging from the city. It was something I never felt anywhere else in the world. It felt almost like an invisible ball of dreams hanging over the City of Angels created cumulatively from the thousands of dreamers who had brought hopes of stardom with them to Hollywood.
“Come on,” Marilyn urged me. “Lets go to the McDonalds.”
“Why?” I asked. “Ghosts don’t eat food.”
“I want you to see my star, on the Walk of Fame. Hurry,” she whispered.
“But we’re supposed to meet Frank at the Wax Museum,” I told her. “Besides, I can’t hurry with these uneven high heels you made.”
“You’ll thank me,” Marilyn said. “The heels give you a sexy-looking sw
