Coronado Confidential: It Can’t Happen Here

From obscure little Muscoy in Southern California's Inland Empire to the seemingly sleepy island of Coronado, an unlikely milieu of retired admirals and aging hippies, fringed with palm trees angled and shaped by the wind, Joe Ditler stirs the cobwebs of those who shared his fondness and folly for the highs and lows of the Sixties and Seventies.

Told by a master storyteller, his phantasmagorical tales tell of an unforgettable era that thrived in an even unlikelier place.

One can't help but be awestruck, dumbstruck even, by the self-induced twists and turns of his curious and often uproarious life as a teen-ager and beyond. That was Joe. Still is. Except he's not so young anymore.

The Sixties Revolution erupted all over the world, but nowhere near to the degree it did on the West Coast of California, from San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury hippie mecca all the way to Coronado, San Diego's deceptively quaint, conservative military enclave across the bay. Hard to believe, even now.

Deftly and soulfully, Joe Ditler reawakens the memories, music, and madness of a half-century-ago generation that left an undeniably lasting imprint on today's culture and lifestyle. He was there, and now he's here, to tell his story. . .