The presentation of the charity organisation took place at the Los Angeles police station, at the city's headquarters.
Security would normally be a concern, but the station had a large open field at the back, and it was there that canopies, decorations, and seats were set up.
A grand stage was erected over the lawn, large banners with images hanging from tall poles and plastered on walls.
I noticed all of this from the comfort of my Rolls-Royce, cameras flashing as the car passed, making its way around, past the vans and vehicles parked outside, and into the station.
With me was Martha, and when the car came to a stop, the door was immediately opened with a male attendant at the helm.
"Sir," he bowed.
Where we had parked was hidden from the gazes of the public, with no cameras flashing in my face.
Seeing me step down from a Rolls-Royce, though, the few eyes around had already moved to me.
