I remember "paper boys" that sold newspapers on the corner or in front of the grocery store. I was one of them, every weekend I sold the Los Angeles Herald Examiner and the grown up always asking me if I were a boy or a girl.
I remember watching my grandma take out her teeth and putting them into a glass of water to sit overnight.
I remember always challenging my mom about her letting my brothers stay out later and they never had to do any house work, cooking or babysitting.
I remember listening to Wolfman Jack on the radio.
I remember Tommy's Hamburger stand at the corner of Beverly and Rampart.
I remember $2 night at the drive in theater.
I remember home made skate boards and concussions.
I remember ice cream was 5 cents a scoop.
I remember walking into the Wilshire Bullocks store with my parents and being asked to leave.
I remember watching the funeral procession of President John F. Kennedy pass along the screen of our Black and White T.V. screen.
I remember the eery silence of the grown ups as we watched with reverence.
I remember stepping outside the front door to go to school and seeing National Guard troops deployed on the streets of Los Angeles in response to the Watts riot.