Opus 2018-237: Fond Memories

Around my senior year in high school I was very active socially.  That last summer the group of friends and associates I had at church did something every night.

The activities were varied.  They ranged from going to someone’s home to play a card game called Rook to overnight hikes up the mountain.  Although the numbers varied everyone was invited. 

Keep in mind it was a different world.  You could go to Knott’s Berry Farm and spend the evening without spending a dime.  This was before the hippies started hanging around and making it like San Francisco has become today.  There was no admission charge and you only paid for what you wanted.  You could walk around on Hollywood Boulevard without being attacked by perverts, muggers and Antifa.  We used to go to the beach at night for what was called a grunion hunt.  We would build a fire, play our guitars and roast marshmallows until someone yelled, “The grunion are running!”  I don’t think we ever caught a grunion but we built a lot of memories.  One year we realized we had nothing to put the marshmallows on so we stopped on the way for a scavenger hunt.  One of the thing on our list was wire coat hangers.

Our town had a curfew but it was ignored as long as you were not causing trouble.  I can’t think of any neighborhoods that we were afraid to go into.  I never had a key to my house and as far as I can remember the back door was never locked.  It was a wonderful time to be alive.

Things certainly have changed.

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