March 10, 1964. Tuesday. Please let me find someone new…not Jewish. Sick day. Saffron Club night.

Drove to school. Could hardly talk, my cold is getting worse everyday thanks to Howard. He’s such a bum.  “Howard I’m getting to hate you more everyday.” He stinks and I don’t love him anymore, now that I know the real him. He’s a liar and he’s just out for fun. I know cause he’s never told me he loves me. But I’ve never told him either. Tonight was Club night. Got millions of compliments on my outfit, even though the pink sweater was Lauri’s. Car wash is Saturday. Bake sale the next week. Then the trip to Crestline. Saffron’s want me to get Lew’s Band to play for free. What am I going to do. He thinks we’re paying him. The dance is on Friday, so Howard probably won’t be able to come. I don’t really care. Went to Fosters.

Crestline California was an Hour and a half from the beach. We had the mountains and the desert in Palm Springs, all within a two hour drive.  As teenager we’d head to these resorts during school breaks.  But, of course I’d rather be at the beach anytime.

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