A Memorable Weekend 40 Years Ago This Weekend

We have it on good authority that the unexamined life is not worth living.  The same goes for the unrecorded and the unremembered life.  So I pause to remember my best pal (at the time) and my best gal (at the time) and the trip we took in my 1963 Karmann Ghia convertible up the California coast to my favorite city (at the time). Van Morrison, Brown-Eyed Girl.  Thelonious Monk, 'Round Midnight.  Scott MacKenzie, San Francisco.  While I was with the girl, Tom, fellow Kerouac aficionado and memory babe, stumbled upon a Monk gig, dug him and met his wife.  Tom tells me that his remembrances of things past play like movies in his head.  Me, I have to keep a journal.