Year Two

I always had big ideas. They used to call me the 'Fool On The Hill', from the Beatles song. One woman - a girl friend of Professors, used to say I had a cloud on my head, so the Professor would tell me. I liked Wherebe's ideas of an affiliation of art and craft shops and intended to pursue it possibly, if I had any money. They used to call Ford and I 'the prince and the pauper', with me the latter of course. One thing I had learned already, that if you were going to set up any kind of institution, in this case shops, or food co-opts for that matter, it is best to own the building. Otherwise the whim of the landlord or political pressures could always be used, to force by affordability or other means one's removal.

So Ford and I were for a very short time looking for a Victorian style house to buy. We looked at a number of places as serious considerations, and perhaps a very many as pie in the sky. Maybe it was, as we were driving back from reconnoitring a place on the border of Dolores Park in Ford's VW, having driven across Mission from Valencia and up Fair Avenue, left of Coleridge and right on Coso, passing this big two story Victorian on the corner right, which may have been for sale just then, we might have said, let's buy this place. It was then that we discovered that neither of us had any money. I thought he had money and he thought I had. We both laughed at that one. 'Spose I was flattered that someone thought I had money.

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