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The world in 1970, at least its Berkeley version, existed in a parallel universe where science fiction fantasy morphed into reality … it truly deserved its nickname Bezerkley! For those of us living there through the late 60’s it felt like the revolution had actually come and that the American … Continue reading
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We knew we’d be hitting a city soon. The paved road gave it away. Whenever we hit it we’d hit a city soon afterwards. The longer the stretch of asphalt, the bigger the city. And this was the biggest we’d hit in quite a while … … Continue reading
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How is it that relatively unimportant scenes from our past remain etched in our memory as deeply as those of great consequence? Is it a unique scent that does the trick? A special sound or touch that triggers some hidden, genetically … Continue reading
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The plate crashed against the stone wall and splintered into shards that lay scattered on the clean swept earth floor. We’d just settled-in at our table in a public house when that porcelain projectile flew just above our heads! We damn near jumped out of our skins! Our nerves … Continue reading
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By the time I got to Mr. Bowling Ball’s repair shop I was fuming!Because of a coup d’etat, I could not only not sell my VW, I was told by the head colonel that I had to push it through a gate miles away on the docks … … Continue reading
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We knew something was up when we drove into Patras. Groups of armed soldiers hung-out on downtown street corners. Machine gun emplacements nested at major intersections. Yep! Something was definitely up! That something was a coup d’tat successfully executed a few weeks earlier by the Greek … Continue reading
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We’d stand straight-up … knees-locked and fully upright … in my ’65 Volkswagen with a canvas roof that slid clear back to the rear window, racing down an oven-hot Italian back roads. It’d feel like we were soaring into a boundless blue sky above us with polka-dotted with clouds, that like musical … Continue reading
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Nothing can wake you up faster than the prospect of getting chopped into tiny pieces … nothing! I experienced this somewhere in Tuscany while sleeping in waist-high wheat in a field by a fence I’d jumped the night before. I was enjoying the deep, undisturbed sleep of the … Continue reading
FINDING MY WAY 