When I was a small boy I lived in La Habra Heights.

The Heights were the wild hills that began just north of Whittier Boulevard. They rose hundreds of feet above the valley below.

La Habra was a warm, friendly town, prosperous from oil wells and citrus. Whittier Boulevard was a three lane road where little fruit stands and a honey place stood among miles of orange groves and wilderness 

In those days there were only a few houses, barns,

old structures… And old telephone poles!