Thrown Stones, Ghosts, and Crushed Velvet

From the window of my first home in Hollywood, at 8082 Selma Avenue, I could, if I’d had a stronger arm, have thrown a stone and hit:

* Schwab’s Drugstore, at whose lunch counter Lana Turner wasn’t discovered, but was widely thought to have been;
* The Chateau Marmont, the famous hotel in which John Belushi would later perish;
* The hallowed ground on whi…