Who the Heck is this guy?

Well it all start just after the war... you know the war to end all wars. As with most of us "Baby Boomers" we were brought up to think that we we born into a world of privilege. Things were pretty good in the fifties. Two parent homes in suburbia. (mine is 20 minutes south of San Francisco) Pacifica is small town USA then. A series of small valleys along the California coast connected by Highway 1, which runs from Canada to Mexico.
I am the oldest of three children born to Howard and Ellen Feight, just kids themselves in their early 20's. They bought a house in this new community for just under $12,000. Can you believe that homes were really that cheap once. Well maybe not so cheap then, but it was one of those "Little Boxes" of the then popular song portrayed. But iit provided us with a near "Ozzie & Harriet" existance. We kids (two sisters and I) were able to be off in the morning to play with our friends, not to be seen again until lunch or even dinner time. Which gave Mom time for shopping , cleaning, and hanging out with the neighbors and drinking lots of coffee and gossip.
We kids were free to explore the valleys treasures. The hills, creeks, forests and the beach.