Heath Ledger remembered
"A year and a half or so ago, I pulled up to a stop sign in Los Feliz, California, a neighborhood near my house, and had to sorta hit the brakes because I’d realized almost too late that someone was about to step out into the street. I stopped short and a beat later a young man in pretty funky clothes — knee-high red stripped socks — who looked like he’d just come in from Haight Asbury, circa 1967, walked in front of the car. As he passed he turned to me and nodded, firmly, and with a tight-lipped half smile, as if to say, 'Thanks for stoppin’, man.' It was Heath Ledger."
More from the Weekly's Chuck Wilson at his newly-launched blog, Flickers, aptly described as "One Man's Notes on Movies, TV & Other Life Obsessions."
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