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The beach was always a way to look at the girls in bikinis and lay out all summer and get a California tan, play a little American football, throwing it into the water, and body surf, and hide the new “hard on” enlarging between swim trunks, towel, and sand as the foxes strutted by . . . The long hot summer searching for the waves, the pipeline of our dreams, Dick Dale in Huntington Beach playing with the Deltones to all the perspective gremlins and beach boys and sandy beach bums. “Rescue Remedy” wasn’t even in vogue then.

Hearing Peter, Paul, and Mary singing Dylan’s “Blowing in the Wind” at the Hollywood Bowl. They said, “This song is by a young songwriter I think you will hear a lot from . . .” Was this 1962? Were we growing up on TV, eating those Swanson’s TV dinners? I got my pick of Salisbury steak or chicken when Mom and Dad went out. We ate our TV dinners on little TV trays right in front of the television, watching Ozzie and Harriet with little Ricky Nelson, his guitar and friends. Whatever happened to that boy with the baseball bat in his hand, pretending to look for blacks, going naively to the first Watts Riots. Later in Operation Bootstrap in South Central L.A., we saw and heard the white honky attitudes so prevalent in our great, free land, and somehow developed some compassion and reality, as the KKK rode again and four students later died—were shot—in Ohio.