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A sansei buddy of mine once invited me over in the mid-1960s.

I was a youngster in the tour, belonging to the sansei, or third generation, born mostly after the war.

They grooved to the music in bell-bottomed trousers, wide-lapeled shirts and platform shoes, said Harry Manaka, author of “Chronicles of a Sansei Rocker” and a former owner of the bar.

As I have heard from so many other sansei, or third-generation Japanese Americans, my parents as well as theirs did not want to talk about “those days” in the camps.

We, as sansei, were urged to “fit in” to the American way of life and not to draw unwanted attention to ourselves.