At the Chatsworth house, being pretty much out in the country, everyone came and went without much notice at all times of day or night. One night/morning just before first light I was returning to my bed - parked my '57 black VW Bug in the corral and was standing on the front porch waiting for Bob Fowlie who had also just parked. Across the fields to the east were train tracks, the grade down from Simi Pass. (Some brothers loved to ride freights over the weekends, John Roberts and Dave Miller, I think Pete Tomaryn and Bruce Sutherland, and...? There have to be some good stories there...) Fortunately, this night there were no friends on the southbound freight The best part was the next day. Fowlie, Weghorst, Kaplan, myself and some
others I can't recall spent just about the whole day on the roof, drinking
Red Mountain wine from gallon jugs and watching the show. Lots of traffic
on Nordhoff, lots of opportunities to say rude things (did we ever say rude
things?) to anyone within earshot. That was a good party! My memory fades
significantly with the afternoon, I don't remember running out of Red
Mountain, or coming down off the roof....! Rick Grimes
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