The Plimsouls

I don't remember where I had been camping. I was thirteen years old. A Boy Scout. One of my best friends at the time, Greg Angel, was having a birthday party and because of a scout trip I wouldn't be there. There was a Plimsouls show at Perkins Palace in Pasadena, California. The party bus captained by Greg's mother would be leaving before I returned. A blowout between me and my parents probably erupted at some point, but my father, ever the peacekeeper, ever the politician, negotiated an early ...

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