“First stopped in ’68, a Marine just back from the Nam. Grew up in Long Beach and knew all about the place from older buddies who hung out there a lot. Had a beer, a pickled egg, and a sandwich. Went up to UCLA for a few years, then came back to Long Beach, lived in the Shore, and dated many fine women, only one of whom understood what Joe Jost’s was really about. That was 1975. She’s still my wife. Hope to stop by the next time I’m in town.”