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#11 BEACH MUSIC: A time of tans, blonds and hot pants

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IT WAS A TIME OF TANS, BLONDS AND HOT PANTS, WHEN THE ENDLESS SUMMER WAS JUST A SHORT WALK DOWN A HOT SIDEWALK
Beach Music, an On the Street Where I Livestories is really a tale of two cities; San Juan, Puerto Rico and Santa Monica, California. It was originally published in the LA Times Sunday Magazine.


Beach Music We came to California from Canada, with a detour to Puerto Rico that lasted one endless summer of a year. A year in which I turned 15, and my hair turned blond from living in the sun. “Psst,” the boys and men would call after me in the blue-cobbled streets of San Juan. “Psst! Hey, blondie. Psst! Hey, cutie pie.” I was devastated when my parents said we had to go, that it was time to leave the island so that my older brother, Russell, could get a first rate education. The plan was to drive cross country from Miami and settle in San Francisco so that my brother could finish high school before going on to UC Berkeley. But, once we got there in the fall of 1968, we found that …

Marching for THEIR Lives in Santa Monica

So proud to march with my husband & my family in Santa Monica

Wow! What an amazing moment in our country’s history. Just got home from the March for Our Lives event in Santa Monica and turned on the TV to see the massive numbers of people who marched in Washington—as many as a million—and millions more who marched around the country and the world. Including my sister in law Susan and her husband Dave, marching in Riverside. Not exactly the liberal bastion Santa Monica is. A question for the politicians: Can you count the votes?

I love Eva’s sign “Arms are for Hugging’’

While there was a much larger march planned for downtown Los Angeles we chose to go to the smaller community of Santa Monica because it’s where my brother, sister and I went to high school. No matter where else I live, it’s the city I’ll always consider home. 

Thousands marched in Santa Monica

We met my brother Russ & my sister in law Eva at their place—they’re lucky enough to still live in Santa Monica, just blocks from the beach, and walked over to Montana Avenue where the march began at 16th with thousands of people walking the 16 blocks down to Palisades Park overlooking the Pacific Ocean. 

I wish I were taller so you could get a better view of the crowd

 There were people of every stripe, young and old, everyone had lots of energy. And lots of great signs. Like these young women

And this librarian! 

Left to right: my brother Russell, my husband Mark, Russell's wife, Eva

 It was a beautiful day for the beach, but as you can see the beach was empty. It felt like the whole city was at the march. Mark is holding two signs, mine and his own. He sometimes carried his own sign upside just so people would say ‘‘Hey, your sign’s upside down.” “Right,’’he’d answer, ‘‘so you have to take an extra moment to think about it.’’ 


 Not a bad place to hold a rally, huh?


If you know my husband, you know he almost always has a funny way to break through the clutter! The key word is VOTE!

Thank you to this new generation of young leaders, so passionate and articulate on the issue. My boomer generation didn’t get it done. Yours will. 

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  1. What a great recap of your day! I've loved seeing reports from friends all across the country today.

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