When I was three, anyway, sometime that year, we moved south to the (literal) edge of the city, to a six acre piece of land overlooking Blue River Road. The house isn't there now, but if you look at the map screenshot, in the top right quadrant, it was about where it's marked 12300. The rest of that tale is for Sunday or Monday.
We had a Saint Bernard, Max, and then he had a partner Schotze, and there were two ponies for awhile, a goat, a sheep, and a cat. The house was neat; it had been built for someone in a wheelchair, so everything was low and wide and terribly modern.
That summer, my dad bought me a bikini from a very elegant department store called Swanson's, on the Country Club Plaza. I was entered in the Little Miss Ranch Mart Pageant, where I placed 2nd or 3rd, not sure I remember correctly. I remember Mom was mad that the winner was a peroxide blonde. So weird, in 1968.
Number one single in June, 1968: Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson...
And the big movie at the box office when I turned 3 was The Odd Couple:
