1969 found me living in Lynnwood, Tennessee, a quaint, Mayberry-like town where neighbors were family, crime was something that happened on TV, and everyone had exactly two parents. It was a place where it was illegal to sell alcohol, no one locked his doors, and total strangers were trusted implicitly.

Then I moved to California.

What followed was a chain of events so off the wall, Forrest Gump would stood up and said: "Damn. Now that is weird!"

This is my story.