We went to grocery store early. Came home and waited for mail. Then we packed a picnic lunch and went to the beach. We had a good time, but it was hot! David Wayne caught some minnows and brought them home, but they died.
Thank goodness the mail came in the morning, otherwise I would have been cheated out of that picnic lunch. So today Mom and I made another trip to the beach to check out the scantily clad beachgoers without Dad. I don't know if he'll ever make it back. Too bad about the minnows. They didn't have much of a chance. My desire to observe fish will be revisited later on, I hope.
Since I don't have any pictures associated with this trip to the beach, we will take a trip in the Wayback Time Machine and see what we can find. Let's go back to the post from July 28, 1967, which was the first one to mention the La Brea Tar Pits. Below are two pictures taken there (but not on that day). In the first one you can see what appears to be either a tar pit or a very gross lake of stagnant water. On the far side of the lake is a statue of an elephant, about to enter the tar pit only to be trapped for an eternity.
The second picture is me and my mother at La Brea Tar Pits with what looks like a pond with a fountain behind us. Note Mom's hairdo, white purse, and short dress that's not quite a miniskirt. No doubt this is a photo from the 1960s.
Although it looks like part of a skeleton, the thing in the lower right corner of the second picture is actually an artifact of Polaroid instant film processing from that era.
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