Here's another excerpt from my book, THE ME GENERATION... BY ME (GROWING UP IN THE '60s). You can order it (or write a glowing review, which would really be appreciated) here.
I had just turned 16.
day I read in the paper that a new French movie was opening called THE
GAME IS OVER. The review mentioned that Jane Fonda starred and was
naked in quite a few scenes. This I HAD to see!
It was only
playing at one art theater on La Brea in Hollywood. Damn! Why couldn’t
it be at the Baronet (the local art theater that showed Fellini films
to empty seats)?
I knew mom and dad wouldn’t let me borrow the
car to see Jane Fonda’s vagina on the big screen and besides, it was
only playing “over the hill” (anything not in the San Fernando Valley was considered "over the hill". But when you're nervous about driving that "hill" might as well have been the Andes).
I convinced Lester Nafybal who worked with me at Wallichs Music City
and was a grown up at 19 to take me in exchange for gas, dinner, and
If God can create a creature like this
and in His divine mercy allow me to see her naked on a diving board,
then He must truly exist.
For several days after I walked with a
swagger. Yes, I was still a virgin and no, that wasn’t about to change
anytime soon – but I was different, changed. I had become a man. I
had seen a French movie.