Cindy Blake was my girlfriend in 1969. I had known her since she was a baby. The Blakes lived next to my aunt and uncle, Dick and Lillian Molnar. Randy Molnar and Tyler Blake were best friends. When I went to visit my aunts when I was eleven, I came down with Whooping Cough, and Tyler and Randy had to get shots.
Harry Blake was Johnny Carson’s personal makeup artist. Cindy would follow in his footsteps. Harry had an older daughter, Kathy, who lived in Mendocino with her husband, who fished for a living. Cindy and I visited Kathy. She and her husband were Super Hippies who lived in a geo-dome they built. They sent Tyler two hits of LSD in the form of sugar cubes which he kept in the Blake family freezer for a year until I came down from the North in my annual visit. I ended…
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