Year Two

Since it was already a going concern, I probably decided to leave well enough alone and let it play out. So as near as I could tell, I was a wee bit famous. Perhaps this introduced me to the concept of being famous without being famous. Like the Tao, which was a big influence on me, "do without doing". At that time and in the beginning I didn't quite understand it. The thing here was, I could decide how famous I was, or whether at all; or pick and choose when and when not. It was downside free-fame. This concept would be a matter or course, when I was ensconced in my epiphanic episodes.

As a counter education I had the Professor. He was a dynamic character a Libra. My father was a Libra. I Met the Professor when his wife joined the pottery shop and was a student of SusieQ and myself. Jan and her husband the Professor and five kids moved in down the street. There was me, then either the Professor of Ford next, but probably in quick order. The Professor was Jesuit trained and a college professor, English and literature part-time. Jan the steady bread-winner was a hospital technician. He was of an official education. I hadn't been to college yet, and they had a language of their own.

Imagine hippy high grounds Haitht-Ashbury sprouting up three blocks from Jesuit University of SF. How embarrassing. Whose fault is this ? Or were they more liberal in their constituent student body, foreign rich kids there for the rigor of business not so much the denomination. He could talk to anybody, that was the Professor's genius. I couldn't. That was mine at the time. I had to be a watcher, watching the Professor talk. He was a teacher.

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