Ecce homo, Wie man wird, was man ist. San Francisco in the sixties. It was windy and cold. I was there. I was it. Now I feel something like nostalgia, more of me as a young man than the streets of Haight Ashbury. Then and there I was not impressed in the least. I was all for America, LBJ and the Viet Nam war.
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Far out. I can dig it.
RM
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