If you lived in the Highland Greens condo tract in Buena Park in 1967 and answered your door on Halloween night to the pasty-white sight of the Pillsbury Dough Boy and Adolf Hitler holding out their candy bags, that was my friend Dave and me. For some now-unremembered sin, my stepdad wasn’t going to let …
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Source: OC Weekly