re: #72 Wendell Zurkowitz ((slave to the waffle light))

“You’re my little poop scoop, you don’t know what I got…”

When we moved to America when I was a wee kid we lived in Santa Barbara, circa 1961-1964, surfer music was all the rage. We moved to San Francisco area just in time for hippies and anti war protests. It was a bit like a Forrest Gump script, but on a smaller scale.