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Road Trip in Red: 1976

Road Trip in Red: 1976

When you find forty-year-old photos of yourself that you never knew existed, several thoughts may pop into your mind. For instance: "I dressed like that for a road trip?" Well, it was the 70s, after all. Thank goodness my friend had Kodachrome in his camera to fully capture the glorious redness of my trousers. While I enjoy the lovely view here somewhere near Monterey, California, other visitors seem to be dumpster diving. This slide was in a stash of them my friend and I unearthed in a spare room of his house a few days ago. View full size.

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I knew this right away

When I was in the army back in 1959, stationed at Fort Ord, my wife and I lived just up the hill on 16th street. It was a tiny 3 room apartment with a Murphy bed. On the other side of the 3/4 inch plywood wall was our neighbor's Murphy bed. We paid $65 per month. The grass, concrete paths and tables were not there. Cannery Row didn't have an aquarium and at least one cannery was working. It was a neat place to live.
PS PG was a dry town back then, had to go next door to Monterey to buy beer.
PPS A few times I poached abalone from the cove.

I wonder

I wonder if I'll ever get there? It looks beautiful and I would love to know what type of tree that is. Anyone?

[It's a Monterey cypress, native to this area. -tterrace]

Hope you saved 'em

Don't be raggin' on your red pants tterrace. The big men's fashion shows in NYC and Paris were both showing red pants coming in very strong for next spring. Like the song says "Everything old is new again."

Colorful clothing and lifestyles

About that time we made a vacation drive up the Pacific Coast Highway and stopped in Big Sur to buy cold drinks. I observed a young man and his girlfriend, dressed like those dumpster divers, take a jar of peanut butter from the store's shelves, open it, finger out a mouthful each and then return the jar to the shelf. My main concern was that our seven year old son did not see and emulate this new lifestyle desperation.

Pacific Grove

Lovers Point Park, Pacific Grove, Calif. Adjacent to Monterey.


We all have photos that we hope never again see the light of day. How much did your former friend demand for the negative and all available prints? I guess you should be grateful those bodacious red pants were not bellbottoms.


I believe that you were at Lover's Point Park.

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