from Dece: remember the house we lived in? Oak street (the Panhandle)
WOW, blast from our hippie past. i wrote a poem about babysitting for those ragtag bohemian “Ginsburg era” poets. We ate a lot of cheap pasta, painted the windows with butterflies, pretty much all slept on the floor together, Sunday – Jefferson Airplane concerts in the park, selling the Berkeley Barb on street corners in Union Square to get enough spare change together to pay rent, seeing Grateful Dead at The Family Dog, seeing Led Zeppelin (and many others) at Filmore West. it was a wonderfully open experimental time, and i think we are the better for it. Thanks for the old photo, I do not remember even having a camera then.