In the early seventies, I was taking some time off from school. I was a member of the counterculture, 22, and was living near my divorced mom’s house in the San Fernando Valley. I was then about six feet tall, and weighed about 190. A friend had taken off to the East Coast, and had
The sun had just gone down and the apartment’s pool area was empty except for my wife, Dee, and the two guys sitting with her in the Jacuzzi. They had been drinking heavily for most of the day. Since I was reporting for two weeks of National Guard summer training the next morning I’d taken