I have a friend in Pasadena -- he lives just down the street from the Sirhan family (he says they're really nice folks, despite that their son was again turned down for parole recently).

I like the place -- there's a nice guitar/instrument shop there, with enough vintage guitars and banjos to make my mouth water (and my bank-book quaver in fear) -- and a shop that specializes in nuts that I turned my friend onto (he hadn't found it, despite living there for years). I'd be happy enough to live there (if I were to move to California).

The "little old lady," as mentioned in the song, was the quintessential blue-haired "church lady" who would drive at 15 mph and put maybe 10 miles a week on her 15-year-old two-door Ford, which makes the hot-rodder granny of the song so memorable. I suspect there are still several hundred LOLFPs still living there.

Songbob