A pair of left
turns in Mill Valley, then a right up Mt.
passing Green Gulch Farm, bending
north at the Pacific, a bearded man hiking by sign to Slide Ranch takes me back to hauling wood up from
ocean to a driftwood house's oil drum stove. Nights sprawled on
watching tankers' lights crawl across the horizon, while scratching
blisters of poison oak.
Lagoon. Drive the where there's no sign
to a lunch of leek soup, avocado salad, and Jerry Garcia's favorite
desert, at the
home of John & Margot Doss.
recalls inviting Richard Brautigan to
dinner. "Thanks," he said, "but I have dinner
under my arm (a slab of meat). After I finish it, I'm leaving
for Montana." His body was found several weeks later in
his house in Bolinas, "covered
We also remember
Jack Boise, who fell to his death from a beam of the house he was
Don Allen?" "He's
alive, but Bill Brown has passed away." I relate the story of
how one night in their
old house Bill Brown woke me up, then spent most of the night
pacing the parlor speaking of his past in lines like "She knew she
was mine by the length of my glance." The next day, sober, the poetry was gone.
A physician, John
discusses their two years living in
and his doctoring smallpox in India and Bangladesh. Then we drive
to the mesa, Eucalyptus greener than
thought, toward Joanne Kyger's house, who's
on the road, so we visit Arthur