I lived in Fairfax, Marin Co. for a few goodish years, and at times I think back fondly.
Now, it's all too expensive, and The Vibrancy of yester-yore is mostly gone, as in plumb ate-up with the U.S. blues, and look what it spit out?...Big Wonder...
On a few trips through Marin City, I'd catch J.G. purchasing his candy from the street hustlers, from the window of his BMW... Good Times?... Who am I to say?
No, though I like the music of the time more than Punk-though here I recall the rise of the sound of the 1978 Dead Kennedy's, Sex Pistols, X, some others. Culturally speaking I am much closer in spirit to the Beats. My areas of literary interest were Beat writers, and San Francisco Literary Renaissance writers before them. San Francisco until the 1st dotcom wave was a Bohemia. Then only fragmented habitats since Y2K. Now Bohemia is gone.
My mother and I drove from Sacramento in Spring 1967 in our 1963 VW bug. Mom wanted to visit the Zoo as I dimly recall. We took the tour of SF leaving from St. Francis hotel. I recall buying paperbacks at Walgreens on Sutter and Powell to whileaway time. Since 1967 this town held an elective affinity. In 1987 I moved from Sacramento and have not left. While I do wish otherwise frequently, there is no place for my personality better suited. If I make money then maybe Encinitas. This based on my like of San Diego area climate.
I lived in Fairfax, Marin Co. for a few goodish years, and at times I think back fondly.
Now, it's all too expensive, and The Vibrancy of yester-yore is mostly gone, as in plumb ate-up with the U.S. blues, and look what it spit out?...Big Wonder...
On a few trips through Marin City, I'd catch J.G. purchasing his candy from the street hustlers, from the window of his BMW... Good Times?... Who am I to say?
Long strange trip, alright. R.I.P.
No, though I like the music of the time more than Punk-though here I recall the rise of the sound of the 1978 Dead Kennedy's, Sex Pistols, X, some others. Culturally speaking I am much closer in spirit to the Beats. My areas of literary interest were Beat writers, and San Francisco Literary Renaissance writers before them. San Francisco until the 1st dotcom wave was a Bohemia. Then only fragmented habitats since Y2K. Now Bohemia is gone.
My mother and I drove from Sacramento in Spring 1967 in our 1963 VW bug. Mom wanted to visit the Zoo as I dimly recall. We took the tour of SF leaving from St. Francis hotel. I recall buying paperbacks at Walgreens on Sutter and Powell to whileaway time. Since 1967 this town held an elective affinity. In 1987 I moved from Sacramento and have not left. While I do wish otherwise frequently, there is no place for my personality better suited. If I make money then maybe Encinitas. This based on my like of San Diego area climate.
Are you a hippie Stegiel.