CHAPTER 2 West of Vacaville, California Sunday, 13 th December 1964 I had recently turned twenty-two, had all of my hair and, like most drastic changes to follow in my life, this current upheaval came akin to a bolt from the blue; shattering my comfortable young existence. For on this day I was required to grow up all the way. It’s strange how the responsibilities of manhood can descend on one without any warning, similar to the arrival of a ton of bricks. When this event occurred, I was standing on a slope southeast of Bald Mountain, not too far below Gray Pine Trail’s ridgeline, at the edge o...