Bright sun on the beach this morning by 8. Bright, bright sun I walked up the beach to Longboat Pass Bridge while my sister slept in. Later, I took her to the beach and all day, from beginning to end, I felt cheerful and glad she is here. This is a breakthrough, I think, after so many tumultuous and strained years of not being able to get along for many reasons.
In 1966 I was eight years old, and Davy, of course, was the Monkey I had a first crush on.But I was fond of Peter too, and sad tonight to see that he died today. He died today at 77! I see myself in the bedroom I shared with my younger sister, door closed, singing along to the record, day dreaming myself into the only female vocal role in the band.