Last night I went to Eugene’s first Friday Art Walk. I had planned to read from my novel ‘The Gideon Computer’ that I began in 1985 after I visited my childhood friend, Nancy Hamren, at the Springfield Creamery. We had talked about our hippie days in San Francisco, and Nancy suggested I write the history of the hippies because I could recall so much. A year later Berkeley Bill Bolagard was born, he the last of the hippies, and homeless in the future. I sprang forward a quarter of a century in order to reveal our fate. Bill has a date with destiny he soon to be captured by a giant computer that appears to be benevolent, but, is after the Artful Dodgers of the World, those rare souls who find a way out, an escape from shame-based societies. The Gideon Computer is capturing all the Magic in the world…