Off topic here - but I lived in Covina in 1967 - 2 guys and I lived in a house near the city park, across the street from a hospital. Married a girl from Covina. We also threw the town's first Love In in the park. (67' was the Summer Of Love)
We were in the newspaper there for having the towns first Hippie House. All was pretty tame - we knew the police were watching us - so no drugs allowed, pushed the kids out at 9 PM. They just came to look at our black light posters, listen to the music, smell the incense, sit and talk about being a teen in a VERY conservative California town.
I ended up in Covina by pure chance - hitched from Mass. to Baja,Mx to camp on the beach. 2 surfers gave me a ride to California - they lived in Covina. I worked in the IHOP - then hitched to the Big Sur, 'Frisco and back to Covina to see 'that cute girl there' again. She was 18, I was 19 - we got married. It was all too crazy in Cal. at that time - so we took the GreyHound bus to Mass.
My first morning in Covina, I went for a walk, asked a kid playing in his yard ,"which way is the ocean?"
I fell asleep in the sufer's van coming from Ensenada - thought I was in a coastal town!
He looked at me like I was nuts.
Nice town - but it's location was a bummer!