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This little beach is at the end of Woodrow Avenue in Santa Cruz. From the fall of 1967 through the summer of 1969, while I was at UC Santa Cruz, I lived in this neighborhood, in different places but always within walking distance. So when my friends and roommates and I wanted to go sit on rocks and stare at the ocean or poke through tide pools, this is where we came. I still stop by there frequently and take pictures or just muse for a while.
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FundyBrian, I took a photo of an old photo to post, so here's me in early 1969 with my ginger kitten Arthur:
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After I graduated from UC Santa Cruz in June of 1969, I stuck around for the summer, working for an anthropology prof, helping to compile a Tiruray-English glossary on 3x5 index cards and living in this house with three roommates, just one block from that beach above.
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Most of what happened that summer is not very interesting and none of your business anyway
, but in late July, some friends and roommates and I sat around the b/w TV and watched the first moon landing.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo_11
It was exciting but not surprising because we were all sci-fi fans from years back and had always expected to see it happen.
Equally strange but totally unexpected, in that same house we also saw a surpassingly weird TV special titled 33 1/3 Revolutions per Monkee, which featured Julie Driscoll and Brian Auger along with the Monkees, Fats Domino, and some others. If you want to see what late 60s TV thought psychedelia looked like, you can catch the whole thing on YouTube:
But it's 60 minutes of your life you'll never get back.