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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 …

Where the Boys Are

Old flames, brief flings and flirtations, young loves and faded loves. Stories about the boys. 


The Name Game Randy

Surfing Lessons 


Waiting on a Friend  Derek (2)

E Ticket to Ride  Derek (3)

In the Cups Derek  Derek (4)

A guy, a girl and a GTO  Derek (5)

Curbed Derek (6)

On Sunset Derek (7)

Behind Closed Doors Derek (8)

The Walk   About a boy in Bandol [the beginning]

The Kiss   About a boy in Bandol [the middle]

Garlic & Gauloises   About a boy in Bandol [the end]


Leaving Home  A divorce story

The Sticky Hot Days of Summer




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