Sean, Fred and I were 18. The three of us were dedicated theater students at Orange Coast College, a small junior college in Orange County. The campus was in Costa Mesa, an insignificant little burg that almost no one had heard of beyond a 10-mile radius outside Los Angeles.
Sean had recently moved to Newport from Hollywood, where his dad had worked in the motion picture industry.
Sean, Fred and I shared a single passion. We regularly offered homage to the "King of Cool," Steve McQueen. As far as we were concerned, McQueen was a demigod straight from the slopes of Olympus.
McQueen was the guy who once said: "I live for myself and I answer to nobody." What cheeky hubris!
In October of '63, Sean, Fred and I were involved in a theatrical production at OCC. One night at rehearsal, Sean let it slip that he knew where McQueen lived.