Year Two

Artist's pomposity. Doesn't do much for street repair. Maybe as compensation I take a take a road so seldom travelled it needs no repair. Ewardo, the Professor and I - heavy Spanish, French and Scandinavian, the three compadres.

We were coming out of my place at Coso and Winfield. I was ahead of the gang of SusieQ, Marko, maybe Ewardo and Egia, the Professor and Jan or others altogether. May have been before the time of Ford. I suppose we were heading down the hill to catch a bus on Mission Street and go to a movie - maybe. Winfield dead ends at Coso which climbs south up the hill to peak and descends east down the hill. There is a two rail iron fence between concrete posts and step/side-walk combination down to where Prospect dead-ends into Coso. I crossed Coso and I was just partly down the steps, on the east side of the street where there was a driveway into the back yard of Cliff's place, and you could see all across to the east bay from there.

The gang was behind just crossing Coso. I looked across the city and I could see the Bay Bridge. Just above the bridge and to the left was a white disk that was moving very slowly west toward me and parallel with the bridge. I stopped to look. I was thinking flying saucer and further, that I should turn around and call over to the others. But just as I was thinking that the thing took off. Coming flat very slowly toward me, it suddenly accelerated sideways from the direction of travel and up at about a sixty degree angle to the north. I watched it disappear into the sky in about a second. It accelerated from a near dead stop, angling into outer space getting smaller and smaller as it receded and diminished out of sight in a split-second.

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