Cousin Robert

From the Memory Files:

Taking Cousin Robert to see ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’

“Are all movies like this in California?” asked my cousin, Robert – fresh from the farm in Minnesota, on his first trip out West some thirty-eight years ago, as we emerged from the Balboa Theater at three in the morning, red-eyed, hung over, and covered in bits of raw hamburger meat.

"Pretty much," I replied.

For all I know, it might have been his last visit to California.