now i sit at the keyboard in my bare feet and think how it came to be . the army taught me to type in 1968 and since then i have used their teachings a lot and if you are lucky you will have books instead of bullets to carry .i have carried both in my time and in my life i would carry books .
now i can remember how it was on the back of a bus with sandals on and how different it felt on the back of a truck with boots on . . . . . . . . .
. . . .I INVITE YOU TO THE PAGES OF THE PAST PRESENTED TODAY FOR THE FUTURE . WHILE HERE TRY TO REMEMBER THE TIMES YOU FELT GOOD AND SAFE AND THEN GET A PASSPORT AND A VISA AND LEAVE HOME AND SEE THE WORLD WITHOUT A HELMET AND BOOTS . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . SO WE WILL DISCUSS THE TRANSISTION FROM ASIA TO SAN FRANCISCO , AND THE ART UNDERGROUND OF THE CASTO DISTRICT . 232 SANCHEZ ST . WAS 2 BLOCKS FROM CASTRO AND IN THE LATE 70'S THE AREA WAS JUMPING . CHEAP RENT AND CHEAP RESTAURANTS . . . . . DICK'S BAR ON THE CORNER AND HAIGHT JUST UP THE HILL FROM THE CASTRO DISTRICT . MANY OF THE PEOPLE I MET ON THE ROAD TO INDIA ENDED UP IN THE BAY AREA IN THE LATE 70'S AND EARLY 80'S . AFTER ASIA IT WAS A GOOD PLACE TO READJUST TO THE WEST . SO I WENT TO THE CORNER BAR FOR THE FIRST TIME AND IT WAS THE HANGOUT FOR THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD . OLD PEOPLE WITH CANES AND HEARING AIDS AND PUNKERS , TAXI DRIVERS , HOUSE PAINTERS , REAL ESTATE AGENTS AND OF COURSE POETS AND PAINTERS AND ROCK AND ROLLERS . . . . . .
. . . . . . and we did our share of damage to the day and night while we were there , and i pleade guilty to being a loud neighbor . . . . . . . . .
on the beach , on the web , and on paper . . .
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