Easy question today, BK.
My first big move in life was to leave my Seattle home and drive down to Los Angeles.
That was in the first week of November of 1963...about 3 weeks before JFK was shot.
[No, the 2 events are not connected.]
The drive took 2 1/2 days. Spent the first night in Medford OR, the 2nd in Stockton, CA, then rolled into the San Fernando Valley around 2:30 the following afternoon. Somehow, I found myself on Wilshire Blvd., between Beverly Hills and Westwood...totally lost.
So, I called the friend I was going to stay with and he came and got me. Next day, I found my own place.
About 3-4 weeks later, Karen Kupsenut (sp), daughter of Chicago columnist Irv Kupsenut was murdered across the street and down the block aways from me.
[No, I didn't have anything to do with that either.]
Then, about 3-4 months later, I moved to a place on Normandie near Wilshire, which was closer to where I was working.
Not only was a woman raped in the building shortly after I moved in and there was a massive narcotics raid in the building across the street, but one of my fellow tenants was the infamous actress Barbara Payton.
Ah, the memories of youth.
