Among my very earliest memories is being at the LA home of my Aunt Harriet and Uncle Bert around 1962. She liked to recall how I awoke her in the middle of the night to help me locate the bathroom. I prefer to remember our visit to Disneyland when it was new. I recall the Mad Tea Party and the Matterhorn. I may or may not have seen mermaids there. I took it all very seriously. [My reminiscence about Aunt Harriet forty-plus years later is one of my favorite blogposts (07/2018)]
Most vividly of all, I remember the city at evening. Aunt Harriet's patio seems to have looked out on an open field; the city glittered in the distance, from where the beams of searchlights shot into the dark clouds far behind me and swept above the farthest horizon.
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