78: WHERE WERE YOU IN ’62?

Our alarm rang at 6:30am on Friday July 27, 2018 in the place we had rented from Charles Ballinger near Mill Valley, California. For the first time since our arrival in the Golden State, we didn’t plan on going into San Francisco. Instead, we headed northeast to Sacramento; the state capital of California. We got a later start than usual that morning, mainly because there were only two cities that we had planned on spending time at – Sacramento and Petaluma. My photographer’s wife wanted a relaxing day to see the scenery from behind the wheel of our Mustang. She talked about a visit to Sonoma Raceway; perhaps she could admire a little of Napa Valley; and maybe enjoy a laid-back uneventful day in California. But, Tom had other ideas. There were several Presidential sites in Sacramento that he wanted me at; and Petaluma was the city where most of the movie ‘American Graffiti‘ was filmed. My camera guy wanted to spend the majority of our time in those two places.

We were about a half-hour into the trip when my companions saw the entrance signs for Sonoma Raceway. But on that Friday morning, dozens of vehicles with campers had already arrived at the racetrack for what appeared to be a drag racing weekend. Both Vicki and Tom made the decision to by-pass the racetrack altogether and they continued their journey towards the state capital; although they stopped several times to fuel her Rae Dunn habit. The three of us were very surprised by the temperature change as we headed east. While the thermometer read in the mid-60s when we left Mill Valley; the mercury was hitting the 90s after we had driven just 30 miles towards Sacramento.

At roughly 11:30am, Vicki found a place to park the Mustang about a block from the California State Capitol Building and I was carried in the camera bag to the Capitol grounds for our first Presidential site of the day. On the northeast side of the Capitol, we found a paved walkway that led from the public sidewalk to the eastern entrance of the State House. It was on that walkway, on September 4, 1975, when Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme attempted to assassinate President Gerald R. Ford. After the President had spent the night at the Senator Hotel located across L Street from the Capitol, Ford was escorted by Secret Service on foot towards the eastern entrance where he was scheduled to meet with Governor Jerry Brown. At 10:02am and roughly 150-feet onto the grounds, Ford had stopped to shake hands and meet onlookers. During that moment, he noticed a “woman in a bright colored dress”. Out of nowhere, Ford saw a hand with a gun appear in between the first row of people. There was a metallic “click” sound and Fromme shouted “It wouldn’t go off”. Fromme, a Charles Manson follower, had a full clip of ammo in her Colt .45 pistol, but she didn’t load the first bullet into the chamber – which likely saved Ford’s life. After all, she was only two feet from the President when the attempt was made. President Ford was quickly whisked towards the Capitol Building by the Secret Service where he kept his scheduled meeting with the Governor; only mentioning the assassination attempt after their talk.

President Gerald R. Ford was standing approximately where I’m at when Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme attempted to assassinate him on September 4, 2975.
After the assassination attempt, Secret Service agents quickly moved the President along the walkway towards the eastern entrance of the Capitol Building.
The Senator Hotel, which can be seen in the distance behind my head, was where President Ford spent the night before the assassination attempt on September 4, 1975.
A second after Squeaky Fromme pulled the trigger on her Colt .45, President Ford reacted as Secret Service agents quickly went to work.
That was the second consecutive day that I posed at a location where an assassination attempt was made on President Gerald Ford. As I stood in his footsteps, I had wondered why anyone would’ve wanted the mild-mannered Ford dead.
Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme made the cover of Newsweek after attempting to assassinate President Gerald Ford in Sacramento.

As I stood on or close to the spot where President Ford was greeting people when “Squeaky” tried to shoot him, it was almost as though I could see her standing there with the Colt .45 in her hand as she aimed between his waist and knees. Lynette Fromme resembled a homely version of Little Red Riding Hood – she had the red flowing dress and a matching head cover; but unlike the story book girl, this one had a loaded gun strapped to her thigh. She wasn’t afraid of the Big Bad Wolf!

From the assassination site, I was carried into the State Capitol Building where Tom wanted to photograph me outside of the Governor’s office. After all, that room was Ronald Reagan’s office from January 1967 through January 1975 when he served as California’s 33rd governor. When we made our way through the bowels of the Capitol and to the office of the Governor, I was surprised to see a giant bronze bear standing near the entrance. It turned out that Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger had purchased the statue while vacationing in Aspen, Colorado and had it placed outside of his office in 2009. During our photo-shoot, Tom placed me onto the back of the bronze bear while the sheriff’s officer stayed alongside of the Governor’s door. At one point, the officer had asked my photographer about me and Tom gave him a brief synopsis of what we do at Presidential sites. He thought our quest was cool; and in one instance he kept tourists away so that we could capture our photos without others in the way.

Governor Jerry Brown’s armed officer almost smiled as he watched me pose on the back of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s bronze bear.
We found an eight-foot bronze statue of President Ronald Reagan, that was unveiled in 2015, in the basement rotunda of the California State Capitol. My photographer wanted me to stand in Reagan’s left hand, but there was a danger that I would fall to my death onto the statue’s bronze base below.
The bronze statue was created by artist Douglas Van Howd, who was a personal friend of Reagan and served as the White House artist during his administration.
The newel post light fixtures in the Capitol were copies of the original gaslights and included flying seahorse ornaments drawn from Greek mythology. My photographer and I thought the seahorses looked very unique.

My photographer and I spent about 30 minutes inside the Capitol Building while Vicki sat in a shaded outdoor lounge area. Because of the heat, she sat there as the two of us walked around to the front of the building for additional exterior photos of the Capitol. The California State Capitol Building was completed in 1874 and its design was based on the United States Capitol; although the dome was only 210-feet high compared to the 288-foot dome in Washington D.C.

Palm trees lined the front of California’s State Capitol Building. It was here, from 1967 to 1975, that Ronald Reagan served as Governor of the Golden State.
The California State Capitol Building in Sacramento has stood on that site since 1874.

In 1975, it took about 15-minutes for “Squeaky” Fromme to make the one-mile walk from her P Street apartment to the State Capitol Building where she waited for President Ford to appear. Just when I had wondered if we would walk or take the Mustang to Fromme’s former digs, I heard my photographer say: “She was 26 years old when she made that walk in 1975. I’m nearly 62 and we’re going to drive; plus, it’s a million degrees in the shade – it’s way too hot to walk.” Once Vicki had parked the Mustang near the Victorian-style house, my photographer carried me to the front of the historic home where I posed for a couple of pictures. Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme had moved into the attic apartment of that house in 1973 with Sandra Good, her friend and longtime member of the Manson family. The two women wanted to be closer to Charles Manson who was incarcerated in Folsom Prison at the time. As I stood in front of the house, I envisioned “Little Red Riding Hood” with a pistol strapped to her thigh as she walked from that house to the State Capitol – never to return home again.

As I stood in front of the house at 1725 P Street in Sacramento, I envisioned “Squeaky” Fromme as she looked out of the attic window above me. At that moment, I was happy that she hated Ford and not Jefferson.

It was roughly 1:00pm when we left the “Squeaky” attic and headed for a Gipper’s mansion that was a shade over one mile to the north. Vicki parked the Mustang a short distance from the thirty-room, three story mansion that has been the home to thirteen governors and their families. Built in 1877, the Reagan’s moved into the historic mansion after Ronald took the oath of office as California’s governor on January 2, 1967. But after just three months of occupancy, Nancy demanded that they move out as she deemed the place was “not safe and more suitable as a museum.” Mrs. Reagan thought the place was a fire-trap. There was a time after the Reagan’s had left the house that it was opened to the public as a museum. In 2015, Governor Jerry Brown and his wife moved back into the mansion during Brown’s fourth term as governor. As I posed for a handful of photos outside of the gated property to the Governor’s Mansion, I had a hard time believing that Nancy Reagan thought the place wasn’t safe.

I’m standing in front of the beautiful thirty-room Governor’s Mansion in Sacramento, California that was home to Ronald and Nancy Reagan for three months in 1967.
The Governor and Mrs. Reagan, along with their children Patricia and Ronald, Jr., posed for a photo outside of the Governor’s Mansion on January 1, 1967.
Their house was a museum, when people came to see ’em; then Nancy began to scream, the Reagan Family.
From my position on the wrought-iron fence in front of the Governor’s Mansion in Sacramento, it was almost as though I could hear Nancy Reagan as she put her foot down about their new home. Thirteen years later, she would once again rule the roost in another mansion – the white one in Washington D.C.

Following the path of the Reagan’s, we left Nancy’s fire-trap and headed for East Sacramento and the “Fabulous 40s” neighborhood where they had moved in the spring of 1967. After a two-and-a half mile drive, Vicki parked the Mustang across 45th Street from a very nice six bedroom, four bath, two-story home where Governor Reagan and his family lived for the rest of his two terms. When we arrived, I was carried across the street where my photographer saw a woman working in the flower garden of the home. At first Tom thought it was the owner, and perhaps she would give us a quick tour of her historic Reagan home. Instead, the friendly lady mentioned that she worked for the owner and took care of their garden, flowers, bushes, and trees. So much for our tour!

Governor Ronald Reagan and his family lived in this two-story East Sacramento home from April 1967 until he left office in 1975 after his second term.
The more updated and modern home in the ‘Fabulous 40s’ neighborhood made Nancy Reagan feel more secure. The upscale, but ungated, tree-lined community was the typical, beautiful California neighborhood where Nancy wanted to raise Patricia and young Ronnie.

After we visited a few stores and a small sandwich shop in Sacramento, we began our drive westward and back into time. Although my photographer and his wife have never been wine drinkers, they both thought a scenic drive through the backroads of California wine country would be a perfect segue to their day’s final destination – the American Graffiti film locations in Petaluma. The vineyards throughout the rolling hills of Napa Valley were what postcards were designed for; and even though we didn’t stop anywhere, Tom and Vicki were mesmerized by the beauty of the tranquil countryside.

The heartland of California wine country was a sight to behold as we headed for Petaluma.
A single horse dined on grasses near Napa, California. It was those extremely dry grasses that posed a wild-fire threat throughout the state.

When we finally arrived in Petaluma at 5:30pm, Tom was excited to find the film locations of one of his favorite movies – the 1973 film classic American Graffiti. Not only did that movie feature classic music by some of the legends of early Rock and Roll, such as Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry, The Beach Boys, and Bill Haley and the Comets; it also was the launching pad for talented, but fairly unknown, young stars. Perhaps the biggest name of all was Ronny Howard who played Steve Bolander, a senior who had just graduated from high school. Howard gained national fame in the early 60s for his role as Opie Taylor in The Andy Griffith Show. One year after the release of American Graffiti, Howard landed the lead role as Richie Cunningham in TV’s Happy Days. Other up-and-coming actors in the cruisin’ and rock ‘n’ roll movie were Richard Dreyfuss, Harrison Ford, Cindy Williams, Mackenzie Phillips, and Suzanne Somers. Even the great Wolfman Jack made an appearance in the film, spinning the hits as only the great Wolfman could do.

The Sonoma County National Bank was the backdrop for Terry “The Toad” Field’s drag racing scene that went wrong. It was at that corner of Washington Street and Petaluma Boulevard where Toad hit the gas as the traffic light turned green. But with the car mistakenly in reverse, Toad hit the car behind him.
Driving Steve Bolander’s 1958 Chevy Impala (center), Toad ‘jumps the gun’ at the light as he was about to drag race the car to his right. Moments later, Toad hits the car behind him.
After he hit the car behind him, Toad yelled at the elderly driver: “I won’t report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya?”
In front of the Old Shanghai was where Suzanne Somers was driving a 1956 Ford Thunderbird when she mouthed the words “I love you” to Richard Dreyfuss’ character Curt Henderson.
The blonde’s Ford T-bird pulled alongside Steve Bolander’s Impala when the famous “I love you” was seen by Curt Henderson, who was seated in Steve’s backseat.
The lot where Curt Henderson’s initiation to the Pharaohs took place. During a scene in the movie, Curt attached a chain to the chassis of a police car; which ultimately led to the destruction of the cop car.
The rear axle and wheels were pulled off the police car after Curt had fulfilled his Pharaohs initiation.
We saw a classic car “wannabee” cruising the strip of Petaluma as it went past the Mystic Theater where former KISS guitarist Ace Frehley was scheduled to perform on August 5th.
On Western Avenue, alongside what is now Vintage Bank Antiques, John Milner and Carol Morrison got revenge on a car full of girls who threw a water balloon at Milner’s yellow 1932 Ford Deuce Coupe hot rod.
John Milner pulled alongside the girl’s car at the stop light where he and Carol found their revenge. Not only did John let the air out of all four tires, Carol sprayed shaving cream on the car’s windows.
Another view of where John and Carol’s revenge took place.
John Milner and Carol Morrison run around the car as they got revenge for the water balloon that hit Carol in the face.
After the car was sprayed with shaving cream, John and Carol sped-off in Milner’s yellow Coupe.
Vicki sat in our parked Mustang near Auto Mario’s used car lot. It was near the sign, in American Graffiti, where Toad parked to check the damage on the Impala.
Toad checked the rear-end damage on Steve’s Impala.
The only thing missing in the photo was a huge rocking chair, classic cars, and The Toad!
Although Pinky’s Pizza Parlor was not shown in the movie, it was mentioned when Wolfman Jack made a prank phone call to the pizza place.
The phone rang and the person answered: “Pinky’s Pizza”. Wolfman Jack replied over the radio waves: “Ah yeah, listen, you got any more of those secret agent spy scopes?” “Hit parade on the stethoscope?” “No. No, the secret agent spy scope, man. That pulls in the moon, the stars and the planets…and the satellites and the little bitty space men.” “You must have the wrong number, partner.”
Although the Wolfman wasn’t playing on our Mustang’s radio, Pinky’s was our planned place for dinner later in the evening.
We found this dilapidated old radio station along a narrow back road in Petaluma. It was here, in the movie American Graffiti, where Curt had driven to talk to the Wolfman.
Wolfman Jack as he gave advice to Curt Henderson, who was still in search of the mysterious blonde.
“Oh, we’re gonna rock and roll ourselves to death baby. You got the Wolfman Jack Show!”
The section of Frates Road that was called ‘Paradise Road’ in the movie was the site of the final drag race scene between John Milner and Bob Falfa (Harrison Ford). To recreate the scene, Vicki drove the Mustang down Paradise Road, but not as fast as John Milner.
Bob Falfa’s black 1955 Chevrolet One-Fifty Coupe was alongside John Milner’s yellow Deuce Coupe on Paradise Road during one of the final scenes of the movie.
My photographer’s wife after she raced down Paradise Road in the Mustang.
Milner and Falfa were side by side during their drag race on Paradise Road.
For Vicki, nothing could beat speeding down Paradise Road in a 2018 Ford Mustang with the top down. It was somewhere in front of the ‘Stang where Bob Falfa’s car went off the road and exploded in the field.
With Laurie Henderson (Cindy Williams) as his passenger, Bob Falfa’s car blew a tire and crashed into the ravine alongside Paradise Road.
Vicki sat in the Mustang near the ice storage place at Fish Heads. It was at that location, in the movie American Graffiti, where Debbie Dunham waited in the Impala for Toad.
Debbie waited for Toad as he went inside the liquor store to buy a bottle of Old Harper.
When we arrived at Fish Heads, the owner was locking the doors for the night. My photographer talked his way inside the store where he chatted with the owner and took a handful of pictures.
When Tom walked through the door of Fish Heads, he wanted to buy exactly what Toad had purchased in the movie. He ended up with some beef jerky.
The door where Toad entered the liquor store in the movie American Graffiti.
Toad was about to enter the liquor store to buy a pint of Old Harper.
After my photographer talked his way into the closed store, the owner mentioned that the mounted deer heads were used in the movie.
“Yeah, let me have a Three Musketeers, and a ball point pen. One of those combs, there; a pint of Old Harper, a couple of flashlight batteries and some beef jerky.”
Although the store sold beer and wine, it did not carry Old Harper that my photographer had wanted to buy. Instead, the owner gave Tom a stick of beef jerky.

As we cruised the streets of Petaluma and saw the film locations for a handful of scenes from the 1973 movie American Graffiti, the early evening atmosphere took my photographer and his wife back to a more innocent time. The George Lucas film was set in the late summer of 1962, which was before Viet Nam; before the JFK assassination; and before the radical counterculture movement that the late 60s were known for. American Graffiti was about the adventures of a handful of older teenagers cruising the streets of Modesto as they listened and danced to rock and roll all throughout one single night. At each location that we visited, Tom tried to match up the scene from the movie with the current cityscape. One of the biggest highlights for the three of us was our stop at the liquor store where Terry “The Toad” Fields tried to buy a bottle of Old Harper to impress the girl he had picked up. Tom also got a kick out of watching Vicki as she drove the Mustang where John Milner and Bob Falfa had drag-raced on Paradise Road.

Before we cruised the nighttime main drag of Petaluma, we had dinner at Pinky’s Pizza Parlor. That pizza place was not shown in the movie, but it was the site of a prank phone call made by disc jockey Wolfman Jack during his late-night radio show. As nostalgic as Pinky’s was, their food was terrible – at least to the taste buds of my photographer. I heard him tell his wife that it was the worst pizza he’s ever eaten, and the garlic bread was even worse. When we choked down the rest of our food and then killed the rancid taste with a cold beverage, we walked out of Pinky’s and were treated to an unexpected celestial spectacle. A reddish-orange full moon had risen directly over Petaluma Boulevard as we looked east from Pinky’s. It turned out that roughly eight hours earlier, over Africa, there was a total eclipse of the moon; but that lunar eclipse was not visible in the United States.

Pinky’s Pizza Parlor had a “mascot” affixed to the roof of their building. There was little doubt that the mannequin’s name was Pinky.
The interior of Pinky’s Pizza Parlor featured checkered table cloths and an antique pink pig that patrons could ride for a quarter.
The worker’s at Pinky’s were very friendly and my photographer and his wife felt bad that they disliked their food so much. At one point, I thought I heard my photographer say that he would “rather sink his teeth into that plastic pink pig than eat another slice of pizza.”
Heck with Miami – we saw the moon over Petaluma; or should I say Peta-luna?

It was around 9:30pm when we began to cruise the downtown “strip” of Petaluma. As we made several runs up and down Petaluma Boulevard from Washington Street past the Mystic Theater and back again, it was as though we were in the movie – minus the classic late 50s and early 60s cars. It was a shame that we couldn’t hear Wolfman Jack spinning Buddy Holly songs over the radio waves. I laughed to myself when we were stopped at the red traffic light in front of the Old Shanghai building. I popped my head out of the camera case in the back seat and looked out of the window – I had hoped to see Suzanne Somers in the right-hand turn lane as she mouthed the words “I love you” to me from her white ’56 T-bird.

It was at the right-hand turn arrow where Suzanne Somers sat in her T-bird and “eye-screwed” Curt Henderson.
From his place in the backseat of Steve Bolander’s Impala, Curt Henderson watched as the gorgeous blonde Suzanne Somers said her magic words: “I love you”. For the remainder of the movie, Curt tried and failed to meet his elusive goddess of the night.

When I woke up and returned to reality, the three of us were headed back towards our apartment near Mill Valley – a 28-mile journey that was only supposed to take a half-hour. But less than five miles out of downtown Petaluma, we ran into a police blockade that blocked the entire three lanes of California Highway 101. Although we were tired from a long day of sightseeing, the bright lights of the blockade and the thoughts of going to prison woke all of us up in a hurry. We didn’t know if the cops were searching for illegal immigrants; or whether they were looking for escaped criminals. For me, I was hoping I wouldn’t see a rubber glove on anyone’s right hand. Once we made it to the actual checkpoint, we discovered that the police were checking driver’s licenses and looking for drivers under the influence of alcohol and/or drugs. After the officer handed the license back to Vicki, I heard her say to the cop: “It’s a good thing I only drank a Diet Coke at the pizza place tonight. Usually I have a beer or two with my pizza, but not tonight – it was only Diet Coke because I had to drive at night.”

After we had dodged the bullet at the Petaluma Police DUI checkpoint, we arrived at the apartment around 11:00pm. Once I was placed onto the table for the night, my thoughts were centered on cruising the strip all night long in John Milner’s yellow hot rod. That thought lasted about a minute as my thoughts quickly changed to cruising the strip all night long with the blonde in the T-bird. And in the words of Curt Henderson: “I’ve just seen a vision! She was a goddess. This was the most perfect, dazzling creature I’ve ever seen.”

As Curt flew east for college, he saw his angel from the air.
Where were you in ’62?
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Thomas Watson

My name is Thomas Watson and I've been a U.S. history fanatic since I was 9 years old. In 2013, I decided to take my passion to the next level when I purchased a Thomas Jefferson bobble head with the sole intention of photographing that bobble head at Presidential sites. From that first day on July 10, 2013 at Spiegel Grove in Fremont, Ohio, this journey has taken on a life of its own. Now, nearly 40,000 miles later, I thought it was time to share the experiences, stories, and photos of Jefferson's travels. Keep in mind, this entire venture has been done with the deepest respect for the men who held the office as our President; no matter what their political affiliations, personal ambitions, or public scandals may have been. This blog is intended to be a true tribute to the Presidents of the United States and this story will be told Through the Eyes of Jefferson. I hope you enjoy the ride!

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