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On March 23, 1967, we had just returned from spending a few days at Martinez Lake, on the Colorado River about 40 miles north of Yuma, Ariz. On the way over, we made sure to hit the San Gorgonio Inn, a famous restaurant in Banning, Calif., where we would usually order their fried chicken. The restaurant, on the site of a stage coach stop, used to be jammed at mealtime, but the improved Interstate and changing social mores and dining habits sent it into a long decline. It is now a vacant lot.

I was hoping to catch a lot of fish, but except for one small bullhead catfish that I caught, we got skunked at fishing. When we returned to "the river" a year later, I hauled a good-sized channel catfish, and my brother caught a fingerling bass, which we kept in an aquarium for a long time as a pet.

The weather was nice, and pleasantly warm, until we got to the San Gorgonio Pass on the way home, where the wind blew probably a few miles an hour below hurricane force--as it often does in that area during early spring. On our 1969 trip, a sand storm in the same area blasted the paint off of our car.

On March 23, 1967, I was still listening to "Boss Radio" KHJ, blasting out rock music 50,000 watts strong at 930 kilocycles, but was growing dissatisfied with the music. Within a month, I discovered KWIZ, an all-"oldies" station broadcasting from the Willow Wick Golf Course in Santa Ana, Calif. at 1480 kcs., which would be my home in the ether for several years.