From the time the Miller family got our first big ol’ TV set, I sat entranced, getting crushes on Bonanza’s Michael Landon, The Rifleman’s Johnny Crawford, and Billy Gray on Father Knows Best. And Ricky Nelson, of course, crooning through the screen with his twinkly eyes…
Immersed in pop culture before the term existed, I’ve always been greatly influenced by several icons in profound and subtle ways…
Sociologically, musically, spiritually, sexually, I spent my youth cavorting through the most expansive free-lovin’ era; a never-comin’-back timeframe that many younger people wish they could have experienced first hand, mouth, mind and genitals…
Adventures in Canada with my beloved Toronto dolls.
“I thought to myself, perhaps there are other classic rock fans out there who might be interested in a little historic jaunt down the Strip and through Laurel Canyon, a magical place I once called “God’s Golden Backyard,” because no one locked their doors, music and marijuana smoke gushed freely from open windows, flowers bloomed year-round and you could stick out your thumb and arrive in Heaven…”