[Jeff Chandler]

I remember walking the San Clemente pier hand-in-hand with the future Mrs. Chandler. I was 17; she was 16.

[Michael.SF.]

Similar for myself and my future bride: this was ‘72 or ‘73, Nixon was still President. We had been at the pier, belly boarding, then started walking south on the wet sand line. We went maybe a mile or so when we saw two men, obviously not beachcombers, waking ahead of us on our left.

We weren’t stupid, we assumed Nixon was at his house, but continued on a short distance. We then gave it some further consideration: Not the kind of trouble we wanted anything to do with. We turned around to head north, back towards the pier. They watched us leave and that was that. Considering today’s world. I think we got closer than would now be allowed.