The Beverly Hillbillies 0
This particular day I have taken off to go fishing. I’ve gone to a stream, I know of, in the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a beautiful summer day of 1965 in Southern California; and I’ve found a nice shady spot along the stream. Later that morning I spot an older man walking upstream with a fishing pole. He is tall and slender but looks to be a transient. He has a week-old beard and he’s got on old shabby clothes and floppy hat. He wears a collarless white shirt and clodhopper...