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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 …

Brushes with Stardom

Having worked in Hollywood for a bit myself, being married to a guy who still works in Hollywood, having a son who wants that too, my life brushes up against the stars from time to time. Thats how it is when you live in Hollywood. Everybody knows somebody who knows somebody. Yadda. Yadda. Yadda.
Here's where mine has sometimes merged on the Hollywood 101.

Tom Cruise: Cruisin’ It
Carey Mulligan: Baby You Can Drive My Car
Robert Redford: My one and only fan letter

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