And nothing like ten years later when my parents took me to see Disneyland and Knott’s and orange groves and tar pits and beautiful, safe beaches.
Orange groves everywhere. No homeless, no bums. What drugs there were and the homos were all kept hidden out of sight probably in Hollywood. We lived in Westchester not far from LAX and dad was an engineer at Hughes. Other than the traffic and smog, it was wonderful.
I lived through the golden era of Southern California: 50s, 60, 70s. A truly blessed time.
Except for the smog.