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A Good Man It"s a late Saturday afternoon in early March， and I am sweating in search of the only gift my son wants from Los Angeles： a
(1) to the homes of the stars such as Brad Pitt and Jet Li．
A cheerful taxi driver says， "No problem． Map sellers are everywhere!" When the taxi stops， a fellow
(2) with a thin folded sheet and says： "Ten dollars．"
Ten dollars! With absolute
(3) ， I inform him， "That"s too much．" The map man leaves． I begin walking， certain I"ll find a （an）
(4) star map soon．
I am
(5) ． There"s hardly anybody on the street． There don"t seem to be many real stores， just cars and bars． No maps． No stars． Blocks pass． The sun begins to sink． At the edge of West Hollywood，
(6) fellow wanders ahead， selling star maps to some teenage girls．
Ten dollars
(7) ． Forget it． My son will
(8) ．
That night， I call my wife． "Did you get one of those maps to the stars？ He"s been talking about
(9) else．"
This
(10) is hard to ignore． It"s late． At all-night markets： no maps． I head back to the hotel． Morning is coming． There will be one last
(11) ． After I check out， I take a taxi． But at nine in the morning， map sellers are
(12) to be found．
"You know，" says the driver， "The guys with the maps just aren"t up yet!" He"s right．
"Forget it． Let"s go to the airport．"
"Well，" says the driver， "I could
(13) you one if you like．"
Sure． Trust this guy？ I might as well throw cash onto the freeway． But exiting the taxi， I
(14) my last chance． I hand him ﹩13 and my business card． Three weeks pass． I"ve
(15) on the star map． My son has stopped mentioning it．
Then one afternoon， sticking out from under piles of flyers， there it is： a big white envelope． There is a small note． I can hardly read it，
(16) I make out a few phrases - "forgive
(17) ，" "taxi"s been down" and， finally， "here"s map for your son．" There"s no return address． It"s signed， "kind regards， M．"
I hold the note in my hand，
(18) what my son said to me when I got back from Los Angeles．
"Did you meet any
(19) ， Dad？" he asked．
Now I know what to tell him．
"Yes， I did． I met a guy named M．"
If you never
(20) anybody， you"ll never find the good guys．