One evening while watching the news, I saw a large crowd of folks in front of the Upstairs Art Association. There was a rumor a Space Couple was going to be there that night. It was Halloween. Ritz had been a illustrator for the Washington Post. She was manipulating the media. She lied!

Ritz made me the Vice President when I told her my sister was a world famous artist, and my mother worked in the same office with the head of California’s National Endowment of art, and was in charge of funding. We were right in the middle of Oakland Redevelopment. One evening we went to a party at the Ritz home in Piedmont.

A group of mostly backs, were in a room with very wealthy whites who wanted to invest in downtown property, as well as fund our art group. Uh-oh! Let the taxpayer pay for the gentrification…