Sharon Tate

Yesterday marked the 47th anniversary of Sharon Tate’s murder by the Manson family. Today I watched one of my favorite California surfer movies, Don’t Make Waves, with Tony Curtis and Sharon Tate released in 1967. It reminds me of my arrival in Southern California two years earlier but without Tony Curtis’s mishaps. It is painful to watch Sharon Tate in the movie with the knowledge of her brutal slaying lying only two years in the future.

Tony Curtis arrived in Malibu in a VW of uncertain vintage. I had arrived in Santa Barbara, 75 miles to the northwest along the coast, in a 1964 maroon Buick Riviera. By the time he was driving a Rolls convertible, I had traded into a red 1967 Cadillac convertible.

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