The move to California welcomed me with open arms, new friends and the good ol’ chicken pox. I also remember spaghetti on the stove, Jackson 5’s ABC on the radio, devout Christians knocking on the door, and the park across the street building a new playground.
What I can’t remember is where I slept. It was a very small apartment so I couldn’t have had my own room. I must have slept on a cot in my parents room. Gonna have to ask mom on this one!