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Cruising in my 57 Chevy with Frankie Valli & the Four Season’s singing “Sherry Baby”

  November 27, 1964, Friday. Howard took a girl home, then came back and talked to me Sandy Block and I cruised all over tonight, but we wound up at Tiny Nailor’s in Westchester. At 10:30, we drove by the … Continue reading

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I feel so cheap when I’m with the Surfers at Toes. I need to rethink my dating choices

August 16, 1964, Sunday. Went to Toes and to Bob’s Big Boy in the Valley We wanted to go to Newport Beach, but we all got up too late. Sandy and Dianne Block and my sister Donna and I went … Continue reading

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I’m not interested in the rich boy at the estate across the street. Hope he doesn’t bug me.

April 6, 1964, Monday. Ditched School Made my mind up, I wasn’t going to school today. Got up late, got dressed and left the house at 10:30, but didn’t go to school, instead went to Shelia’s. She’s pretty fat and … Continue reading

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Car Crazy Cutie by the Beach Boys was the perfect song, while cruising guys or Puddle Splashing

March 22, 1964. Sunday. Fun night, almost got killed going down Tull Hill. Went driving with Lauri and her friends. We drove by Lew’s. Three boy’s were standing out front of the house. I went nuts. I would be busted … Continue reading

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So all night we drove on the freeway and listened to the radio and talked about what it was like being in the Marines.

February 22, 1964, Saturday, Wasted day and night. Miss Howard. Mad day. Drove to the beach with Bonnie. Saw Bryan on his motorcycle. He wouldn’t take me for a ride. Howard wasn’t there. In fact no one good was there. … Continue reading

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