I just woke up from my Old Man Nap, and……I am reborn! Here are photos of the University Hotel where The Gideon Computer was born.
The Moose Club
At the end of my first session with my woman therapist, I almost asked;
“Have you seen ‘The Sopranos’? They are fictional characters. The Prescos are-were, for real. I’m the last man standing.
Alas with the discovery of ‘The Artist’s Tea Room’ scow, I got my McGuffin. Everything I write, everything I do, is going to come out of there.
When Rosemary stabbed Vic between the eyes, and drove him from our home, he moved into a crash pad on Ashby and Telegraph with his best friend, Pat Burns. Captain Vic took us there. Everyone was hung over. Someone had done a painting on the window shade. There were poker chips on a table. We picked up the deck of cards, and looked at The Nudies. I am sure Vic and his Bohemian Brotherhood, were smoking weed. This is 1959. Instead of our father helping us with…
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