My first visit to California in the late 1980s was part of an ill-fated love connection. While I did find elements of “Endless Summer,” “California Girls” and “California Dreamin’” that I had come to expect from listening to the Beach Boys for years, I found San Francisco to be cold (it was fall), expensive, and largely uninviting.
As San Fran was my mother’s favorite ...
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