I turned 13 during 1967’s Summer of Love.
There was no time more eventful for a red-blooded American boy to become a teenager.
A cultural phenomenon was developing in San Francisco where the largest migration of young people in American history had gathered.
My own interests had pivoted toward two things when La Cumbre Junior High School released me into that same glorious summer:
Baseball … and girls.
I’d become a Laguna Park regular at the tender age of 8 when minor league baseball returned in 1962.
By the time my 13th birthday approached in 1967, the Santa Barbara Dodgers were in contention for the California League’s Class A pennant.