In 1963, My dad bought a maroon 2dr hardtop Galaxie, with black bench seats.
I graduated from Davidson High School, class of 1967, and my sister class of 1971.
There are also mangrove tracts and seaweed plantations nearby, for those who are interested in such plant specimens.
Finally, Poloyagan Beach have rocky outcroppings and coral reefs so one should be careful in trekking them.
The next day, I woke up with a donut in my pocket, throwup on my bellbottoms, and a stray cat licking my face under some poor lady's Buick station wagon.
I had a killer headache, and was dizzy most of the next day.
When we finally got there, we stopped at a restaurant and had lunch and then we drove straight into the city. Jefferson Airplane was on a stage in the park, there were people walking in the street wearing love beads and tyedye. I was the lame kid who didn't do drugs,(Everyone knew one, didn't they), so when I bent over to get something out of the car, someone ran up and injected my thigh with something like LSD.
I remember walking into a coffee shop and seeing the cashier with a lion coming out of his ear, and then running out and telling my friends.
It was at around Christmastime of 1968, as a high school Senior, that I got to see this film for the very first time and fell in love with it instantly.
Back then, since I was still a teenager in high school, I identified with the Jets, the Sharks, and their girls, regarding kids being kids, and so on.
Then I gave her the live soundtrack I had gotten her and she smiled, and her friends came over to listen to it with her.
I hot my car back after a month, and a new phone cord and my record player's needle also.
My dad gave me his Galaxie as a graduation present, so the day after graduation, me, my girlfriend (soon to be wife, Laura) and my best friend and his lady and packed into said Galaxie and drove to the Summer Of Love.