Family trip to Los Angeles in 1975 or 1976. My memories from this trip are being knocked over by a crashing wave and getting a mouthful of salt water, my cousin swinging a giant pole at some kids who were threatening us, my Aunt Dee’s house on the hill had a great view, was huge, and had almost no furniture (my mother said that’s how Californians lived. Their homes were so expensive they couldn’t afford furniture.). We did go to Knotts Berry Farm and Disneyland, both of which were a blast. The photos from those will show up later.