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Fires

I wasn’t a news hound but caught whiffs of the may­hem flash­ing across the tele­vi­sion. Fires- both lit­er­al and sym­bol­ic were sparked by demon­stra­tors seem­ing­ly every­where. Race riots flared up in city after city as ghet­tos burned. The US draft calls for...

Grammy and Ken

Our grand­par­ents, on my father’s side, lived upstate in San­ta Rosa, about a ten hour dri­ve. Around Christ­mas time, we went up for a vis­it. My Gram­my, Lor­na, was a tall hand­some woman, a real look­er when she was younger. She mar­ried Ken in the for­ties after...

Orange Crush

I saw those movies at a dif­fer­ent dri­ve-in on anoth­er night when I joined Kevin and his sis­ter Cindy on a night out with their par­ents lat­er that sum­mer. On the trip back from the con­ces­sion stand we caught their par­ents mak­ing out in the front seat of...

Gore Fest

Besides that Padres base­ball game, our Dad took us to see a San Diego State Uni­ver­si­ty foot­ball game on anoth­er occa­sion. Don Coryell was in his last year as the head coach there before step­ping up to coach the Charg­ers. His assis­tant coach at State was Joe...

Moon Song and Baseball

Moon Song Kevin’s mom and dad were the pro­to­typ­i­cal Leave It To Beaver types. Mr. Fer­ring was a nat­ty dressy who kept his office tie on until after din­ner and like Ward Cleaver, nev­er lost his tem­per or raised his hands to the kids. He’d say, “Now Kevin….”...