Dennis Wilson used to live down the street from us. Never saw him drive a car, but I saw him in the passanger side of a mini-van once. I don't think he drove.........heck, he could barely walk and talk. Drugs took their toll over the years. I always felt sorry for him, actually. Supposedly a heck of a nice guy.
He spent a lot of time in his pool and had quite a few wild parties.
I was never invited, though....................he wasn't much of a neighbor.
Perhaps I should have screamed by in the Cobra! Maybe he was just a little shy and that may have been the ice breaker he was looking for!
