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I came to realize many years later, comparing my memory of the height and looks of these guys on the path, to photographs published here and there, that this had been, more probable than not --- Charley Manson his Tex buddy and girl gang.

Always loved this little valley. Would get all kinds of moods - shifting and misty summer fog, the foliage dripping with water, full sunshine in the afternoon, park sprinklers --- plash, plash, plash, plash --- psssssssssssssssssssstt ! Some of these sprinklers were three feet high, with hoses attached that could be placed in flower beds or in thick foliage, and low shrubbery by the gardeners, who set them going for an hour or so while they made other rounds. Often would have to wait for the sprinkler to do it's semi-circular orbit across the path in a great long ark, then its buzzing, spitting return. Then could run by before its sweep reached the path again.

I would come out of the valley and cross the road directly behind the anthropology museum. In those days it was free and sometimes I would slip in a rear door and melt into the darkness and the ambiance of the hallways and rooms that contained indigenous peoples displays. I liked to sometimes sit on wood benches in one of two cavernous high ceilinged chambers. These rooms contained huge permanent exhibits of varying geological time periods, geographic areas and natural history, with stuffed animals set in crafted displays of forests, jungles, seascapes or prairie scenes, with enormous painted backdrops on the rear walls of the exhibitions.

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