Now I'm getting nostalgic. I didn't see their canned presentation but I do remember being force fed a film called Don't Bank on America in some required social studies class. It romanticized the burning of the bank and martyred that poor kid who was shot and killed then.
I loved living there and had more fun than I should have. I spent a lot of time surfing, chasing skirts and playing on Del Playa. It's a wonder I was able to keep up with academics. UCSB, during those times, offered way too many temptations. I, still to this day, try and explain what Halloween was like in Isla Vista back then. Words never seem to paint an accurate picture of what went on there. Luckily, I have some photo's and articles from the Daily Nexus to help explain.
I left in early '80 and transferred to Berkeley. Big mistake. After two quarters there, I transfered again. This time to Cal Poly Pomona--as in where the hell is. This was a good move. Nothing to do in Pomona other than school work. The 60's never happened there and I was glad to be in a more conservative setting after my previous choices.
Always wanted to stay in SB, but the poor job market and housing costs were too much. Unbelievable what's happened there since. I hear the median price for a home is something like $1.6 million now. I do miss going to Fiesta and the Summer Solstice - if they still hold it.
I wonder if that guy who talked to flies still hangs out in the I.V. park? LOL
Do you remember the tunnel?
The Banal Beached out Bleached out Blonde's of UCSB