Johnny and his father are the sweetest men. They bent over backwards to make the stay comfortable for a veteran traveler. And the location: 5th generation Angeleno money on full display, the tang of the Pacific in the air, upscale San Vicente just steps away. An extra benefit: the LA Marathon straggling the last five miles, with Bruce Willis sneer-smiling from one corner, and an ego-band on another corner urging the runners to the finish with--I swear--Mick Fleetwood grimacing behind a kid-sized drum kit.