My sister, Beth, and I had gone with our dad to a local market in Goleta, Calif., for some groceries one chilly and rainy December night in the mid-1960s. As Dad finished putting items in the shopping cart, Beth and I scanned the vast array of candy bars, both of us searching for the perfect one to satisfy our sweet tooth.
As I settled on a brightly wrapped Rocky Road candy bar, I looked up, searching for Dad. It was near closing time, and something caught my eye. I saw an older