Year Two

It had rained and stormed all night of which its fury I don't remember. We were in a house close to the river. The river had risen quite high, but did not threaten the cottages there yet, and we had no trouble getting out late morning Sunday. However there had been a rock slide on the highway. We were backed-up in a line, and it was pouring still. Up ahead a caterpillar was plowing the rock-slide off the road. Men were ouT there in yellow rubber raincoats, directing traffic and working. After a half hour or so, they started waving the cars through. We sped past and were so glad to get out of there, and as we passed a worker in rain soaked slicker and tall black boots, he seemed to look askance, and I felt like I should be out there helping, instead of beating it out of there like I-don't-give-a-damn rich people.

There was another wonderful woman. She was on the short side, blonde and a bit plump. We had successful tethers, a few times and she made me a great offer, but it was in the country; and growing-up in a small town, I had-had enough of that. We got into somehow, us-both wearing make-up; especially lipstick she helped me with. And I remember going to a corner market over at Precita Park, and there was a line of four men. And more men would come in and butt ahead of me in line. I apparently a no-account woman. A valuable experience that and reminds me on the bus one time, the South Van Ness line, a problem with a passenger of which the bus driver stopped the bus and refused to go.

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