It was the summer of 1969 and my sister, Mom and I were spending a week at an apartment in Belmont Shore. I remember walking past Chuck's coffee shop and seeing newspaper headlines about some gruesome murders up in Hollywood but no one had heard of the Manson family just yet. My best friend came to stay for a few days, she had a crush on the Apollo 11 astronauts.
Everyday we walked from Ocean Blvd. to the Baskins-Robbins on Second Street for a Here Comes the Fudge ice cream cone.
