June 19, 1964 Friday.
Was kinda sick, didn’t sleep to well. I just kept dreaming of Byran. I’d give anything to go out with him. I think he likes me a little, because he followed me to the Jib last night. We went to the Wall and Toes today. Jack was there, but Byron wasn’t. Tonight is Grad Night. Byran’s band, The Marauders, are playing at Disneyland. Marilyn and I went to the Culver Graduation, then picked up Sandy and Dianne Block and went back to the Wall in Santa Monica… but nobody good was there. After that we went to a party in Westchester, but the Cops broke it up. Then we cruised Fosters, but couldn’t find anything to do so we went home. Felt sick sorta.
While the Country was going through major changes in 1964, I remained Clueless… Cruising in my 57 Chevy with the radio blasting, was the only thing on my mind that Summer.
Graduation Night for Culver City High School, Class of 64.
1964 was the year we stood up… and split apart. The year the Beatles came to America, Cassius Clay became Muhammad Ali, and three civil rights workers were murdered in Mississippi. “Once we went through it, there was no going back…”
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