MJ, just noticed your Covina sticker on the back of your big Kymco.
Small world.
My first job, after running away from home in Mass., was working in an IHOP (on Citrus blvd?) in Covina.
Was camping the beaches in Baja Mx. and snagged a ride with some surfers.
I fell asleep in their van. They dropped me off in Covina.
Spent the night in the Bodillo Motel, next morning I picked up my guitar case and back pack and asked a little kid, "quickest way to the ocean, and how far?"
He just looked at me like I was stupid. I was nowhere near the ocean!
Worked for 4 wks in the IHOP (saw Simon & Garfunkel in a round venue - Circle Theater?) and hitched up the PCH to Frisco with my bank roll to see what all the fuss was about. (there snagged a 'job' cooking for a chess hustler in Haight/Ashbury)
Summer of love - 1967.
Young, dumb-lucky, barefoot, skinny and brown. Never did anything illegal, never got in trouble or mugged - married a California girl - and, no, she was not pregnant. (no children till after a stint as a medic in 'Nam)
We had breakfast in an IHOP on St Pete Beach 3 days ago....I showed my daughter where I stood to wash dishes all those yrs ago. IHOPs haven't changed a bit!
old Stig
St Pete Beach gets busy only on w/e days in June - but everyone stops to watch the sunset on the Gulf of Mexico.