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LOL! Old Farts unite! Interestingly, when we returned to California in 1951 and my parents were looking for a house, the first one we looked at was in Laguna. The problem was, it was an ocean view home on one of the hills and my mother drove a Hillman Husky station wagon. It was so gutless it could only take the hill in reverse. Consequently we ended up on Lido Island in Newport Beach.
If I remember Eiler Larsen, the Laguna Greeter, does that make me an old timer?
The statue of him I belive still stands on PCH on the north end of main beach. He was a ledgendary guy. Kind of like the patron saint of drifters. Many parking meters in the area now take donations for Laguna Beaches homeless population.
I remember the Hillside strangler, I was a waitress in Pasadena and he came in for coffee. I had long brown hair just like the girls he seemed to choose to kill. He seemed so normal...creeeepy. And I also remember the Mad Patter. He would carry his shoes with him, so nobody could hear him. One night, my mother saw him out the kitchen window heading toward a small house behind ours and chased him with a hammer. He sure could run!
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I bought some upholstery thread from the Hillside Strangler in Glendale, but I didn't know it was 'him'. I also owned a yellow home in Duarte when Richard Ramirez was killing all kinds of people who lived in yellow homes....we slept with the windows shut that summer and did not own an air conditioner.... My brother-in-law worked at the prison where Tex Watson now resides.
Though, I have much respect for your mother ... one tough lady!
When I was in junior high, my friends and I would walk to Mystic Arts from Capistrano Beach, and back, to buy black light posters for the walls of our rooms. That's a 20 mile round trip. Why did we do it? Because our parents wouldn't drive us.
Geez if i'd only known i'd have set up a black light poster stand at PCH and Crown Valley instead of selling lemonade. Couldn't you have taken the OCTD?
The head shop had a raw goat's milk bar in the back of the store. Why they did, I have no idea. Maybe the hippies back then thought it was a healthy adjunct to their daily LSD and MJ usage. All I know is, I wasn't attracted to the stuff.
The High school has the highest drug problem in OC and their are many poor people in Laguna. It is not a paradise.
Hard to imagine any OC high school having a worse drug problem than Savanna in Anaheim. I went there in the early 70's and hadn't seen so many heroin and acid users in one place in my life before heroin overtook the L.A. and OC punk scenes. That school was a total drug supermarket, much worse than any other school I went to or knew of, and that includes college.
The head shop had a raw goat's milk bar in the back of the store. Why they did, I have no idea. Maybe the hippies back then thought it was a healthy adjunct to their daily LSD and MJ usage. All I know is, I wasn't attracted to the stuff.
Ah, thank you Fontucky, that explains the unexplainable.
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Though, I have much respect for your mother ... one tough lady! 
