* * * * * As I grew up, and attended family reunions at Thanksgiving and Christmas, I’d wander into the kitchen - where the women folk assembled - and catch snippets of them discussing the infamous 1935, Long Beach Pike brawl; which was done in hushed whispers of shame. In addition, whenever I’d innocently ask what it was Granddad Roy did to anger the Marine who punched him out, the women folk would shut me up and change the subject. I grew up inside a mystery. Upon reaching the age of nineteen, I felt I’d had enough of this mystery. I was no longer a child and shouldn’t be kept in the dark. At present, dear reader, I wish to hell I’d remained in the dark. As I recall, it was Christmas evening o...