Summer of 1969, a Memoir: Why Don’t We Sing This Song All Together

Ann-Margaret was dancing down the middle of Sepulveda Boulevard.

We were watching her from an overpass above. We were 17 and 19, and we had just walked out of Los Angeles International Airport. We had worked the first part of the summer to afford this first ever trip on our own — a three-week odyssey up the coast of hippie California. But there was no…

Professor of English, writer, roper of stars https://fordham.academia.edu/AJayAdler

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Professor of English, writer, roper of stars https://fordham.academia.edu/AJayAdler

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