This is a nostaligic memory sketch of Venice Beach, California as I recall it the first time I saw it in the summer of 1959. I recall the aroma of sub sandwiches, the tantalizing scents of suntan lotions and the sound of uproarious laughter as I walked along the promenade, that cement strip that some refer to as the boardwalk. Jumping on and off the trams seemed to be the kind of fun that delighted the adolescents back then. The drivers didn't scream or shout, they treated everyone like they had a transit pass. There was a lot more drinking out of brown paper bags then as compared to those savoring the last exhaustive inhalations of joints.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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