 News Talk WVMT. Fellas even tipped to above-mentioned bartender and cab fare around L.A.'s skid row looking for the rescue mission. It was a neat-looking affair. All the lights in the main hall were on, and as usual, the place was open for business. There was a good crowd on hand. I eased into a seat alongside a bleary-eyed pilgrim who reeked of bad sherry. I looked around.