My parents moved my brother and I from Minneapolis to LA in 1968. Little did they know what would happen. This story are the highlights of my childhood, the good the bad and the traumatic. My parents were party animals. My father was a drummer and my mother was secretary. They both loved to drink and smoke and listen to Sinatra. Living with them and seeing them divorce and growing up. More
Fulton Avenue is a small street in the Los Angeles county suburb of Sherman Oaks. In 1968 my parents came to this little 2 bedroom apartment after spending their whole lives in the very cold Minnesota. After my Mother found out her director brother had moved to LA it was just a matter of time after she heard how great it was. The alcohol fueled life of my parents and the lifestyle that was ended once they had two children was a shock to them, so much so that they divorced only after 2 years. This is a book about the short little highlights of my going to school, stories of unexpected events, like my brother almost being killed and living in a show biz neighborhood and surviving earthquakes, late nights listening to Sinatra and watching Merv Griffen. It's the funny and sad and harsh, and real experiences though my eyes from age 5 to 17.