This morning I realized my bookcase erected in 2010 is similar to the one in the Ken Kesey Mural in downtown Springfield.
I am alive. Ken is dead. I decided to go into as much detail as I can about dying on a huge dose of LSD. Dying, and seeing God. This is what will come out of my bookcase.
With Nancy’s help, I found one of thee artists who painted the Creamery mural. I used to visit Nancy there when I came into town. I went with Sue and Chuck Kesey, with a group of Pranksters to the top of Mount Pisgah. I rode with Ken on Further in the Eugene parade. On one of my visits to the Creamery, Nancy encouraged me to write the history of the hippies because I could recall so much. I began ‘The Gideon Computer’ which was about the last hippie – of the future. Much of my book came true. This blog would not exist without Nancy. I never dreamed I would be a writer.
I took that pic of Ken Babbs and Nancy in front of the mural.
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