I’M in the hills right now, nurtured by friends and the redwood trees. But just a few day ago being carried round the block, me and John Oram, by this charming chap with his rickshaw – value $4,000.
I like the slogan Get Real. He was well aware of the plight of your average rickshaw wallah in, say Varanasi, and he and the other riders in SF clubbed together to buy one for a guy out there. ♦
Forgot to tell you Mike, The only feeling I have ever had in my life that I could truly call “spiritual” whatever that means, was walking in the giant redwoods. Was like being in some pagan church for the first time in my life. Could have cried, really, was like being in the presence of Gods. These truly ancient beings, who dwarfed my silly little life. This I will remember, not strawberry jam.