A drive today along Highway 1 on the California coast recalled another time at this place, 49 years before. My best friend Craig and I, driving in my old VW bug, discovered Hollywood: a TV crew, a motorcycle, and a scene from Then Came Bronson. I would never have imagined that the old beetle named Clyde, my friend Craig and I would (in 2018) become part of a book I would write, Camino Sunrise.