My REALLY bitchin’ summer, though I wouldn’t have known to call it that yet, was the summer of ’79. That summer introduced me to the ease of a California lifestyle, tailored to the needs of an 11 year old. From the very beginning I played tourist, kicked back poolside and read some really insightful stuff; and was introduced to the wonderful world of professional sports.
Sports, news, insightful information was the fountain (from which I got to drink all this goodness) in the form of a magazine stand located at Cahuenga and Hollywood. It ran along a wall on the outside of a building and had mags and newspapers from around the world.