Elephant Ears and Fetuses
A county fair, a mortified teenager and a mother who never did anything quietly.
Being a Mostly True and Almost Accurate Account of Growing Up in SoCal During the ’60s and ’70s.
Southern California, 1956–1974. A boy grows up amid free-range suburbia, cigarette smoke, Catholic-school terror, family secrets, lowriders, bad decisions and the faint gravitational pull of Hollywood. Decades later, he looks back and discovers that the people he thought he knew—especially his mother, Betsy—were stranger, tougher and more human than he ever understood.
Funny, profane, nostalgic and unexpectedly tender, Dippity-Do Sideburns is less about surviving an extraordinary childhood than discovering how much extraordinary stuff was hiding inside an ordinary one.
A county fair, a mortified teenager and a mother who never did anything quietly.
Free-range childhood in the Inland Empire, before anyone had heard the phrase “helicopter parent.”
Catholic education, fear, obedience and a lifelong inability to forget any of it.
Family catastrophe, marital betrayal—and the inconvenient problem of liking the other woman.
Adolescence, vanity and the terrible confidence of a teenage boy with grooming products.
Because in a life full of dickishness, sometimes somebody simply does something kind.
“My mom always worked the bloody fetus booth at the county fair.”
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