* * * * * On the 12 th of October, 1972, I was flying Night Watch with another Vietnam Vet, Bill Combi, when an unexpected visitor rolled into Santa Monica at 10:26 P.M. It was cruising north bound along the beach, at 1,500 feet, coming from LAX, and it was massive. Lights cascaded down its side like a giant, magical waterfall and, as I climbed to its altitude and drew alongside, I found myself flying formation on the massive Goodyear Blimp. I was thoroughly hypnotized by its moving lights advertising an upcoming Dodger’s game. Talk about a psychedelic trip, dear reader. So that’s what LSD is like. As we reached the northern boundary of Santa Monica, I reluctantly bid adieu to my gargantuan frie...