which specific summer was that?
I remember about a dozen in a row.
but of course Wikipedia has the answer:
Ed beat me to it
1967
No juicy stories to tell. The Nerd that was me had to endure one more summer before "getting it on".
So my (mis)adventures in the Summer Of Love must go unreported.
ahhh.....after dusting off the cobwebs I have a sweet recollection. I had fallen in Lust with a smart, pretty and very athletic young Colorado girl I had met through her parents (in SLC) and sailboat racing. We were exchanging "sweet" letters. Last time I saw her was during the Summer Of Love at her folks' house in SLC. Ahhhh well.......what might have been.
eeeegads I was such a NERD!!!
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and yes, I can still remember her clearly and her name (and her Dad and Mom's names)
Still in high school. We spent most of our summers on Lake Erie. By that time it was horribly polluted...so my Dad would take us to spend a lot of time in the Adirondack mtns.
Summer of '67 I was nervously anticipating becoming a Midshipman in the fall.
Love? I had read about it, but it was strictly theoretical. I distinctly recall watching the news
of those weirdos in San Francisco interspersed with the unlovely footage from Nam.
I was just 15, my family had rented a cabin for the week at Redfish Lake Lodge in Idaho. I saw her on the first day there at the beach. WOW, I hadn't yet even gotten to 1st base, and already I was in love at first sight. She was two years older than me, staying with her family at the lodge. We said hello, the talked, then by day two we were splashing happily in the water. She told me of her life in Los Angeles, I bored her with my talk of cattle ranching. We went on long walks, laughed , flirted, then finally kissed. Then the night came, all the parents were drinking and playing a cribbage tournament, we snuck a bottle of Wild Turkey off to the beach with a blanket, and so began my ascent into manhood. I was lost, helpless, and eager. She was patient, caring, and horny. After several hours of fumbling and fun, my 2 hour attempt at the real deal had produced several $&@(%gasms for me, and finally a happy contented sigh from my blonde beautiful future wife. We strolled back to the cabins hand in hand, my crotch full of sand and chaffed skin, but I felt ten feet tall. On the last day there we shared another kiss and exchanged address and phone numbers, and I cried quietly under a towel in the back of the station wagon on the way home. I wrote over fifteen letters and called the wrong # she gave me 100 times, and my heart was broken. But that fall, I met Linda, from Algebra class, and Tracie Burnett ( you heart breaking bitch) was forgotten.
I was a 9 year old beach rat in Pacific Beach, San Diego. Me and my little crew of delinquents would rummage through trash cans in the alleys of Mission Beach looking for empty 7-Up and Coke bottles, then trade them in for the deposit to buy pennie candies at the 7-11 store by Crystal Pier, or get the 25 cent spaghetti dinner from the back window of Maynards, a long-gone PB biker bar right on the beachfront. Mitch Hull and I set a grassy field on fire and almost burned down Henry's Burgers on Garnet Street, Home Of The Texas Monster, an enormous 25 cent burger. We discovered shoplifting that summer and got pretty good at it. Lifted a lot of candy bars and baseball cards from the Rexall Drugstore in Pacific Plaza. Only got caught once. Saw 35 cent double features at the Roxy Theater. It was idyllic, in retrospect. I don't even recognize most of PB now. In any event, 4 years later I discovered pot, acid and climbing and life changed utterly and completely. There was no looking back, it was climbing climbing climbing 24/7.
The real "residents" sh#t-canned it in 66 with the "Death of a Hippy" funeral pire... Good riddance! See (hear) Zappas "We're Only In It For The Money" for more info..
Playing in the creek at home, doing chores, 4H with my Lamb, riding my bike, dirt clod fights...
At Church camp.
Spending the month of August @ El Ofanato de Fe, en Mexico ..playing with kids while my parents volunteered their time.