Star Trek episodes and re-reading favorite books. I blew through A Tree Grows in Brooklyn last week and this week, it’s everything Armistead Maupin.Maupin’s signature work is Tales of the City, and it’s a lovely bit of escapism.
I hope heaven is 28 Barbary Lane, San Francisco, 1976. This was a time before AIDS, when San Francisco was a pricey but not obscenely expensive dreamscape, a place where peace and love trumped technology and dollars.
Hippies were genuine, peace and love was more than a bumper sticker, and the Age of Aquarius was still in full bloom, at least in my rose-colored memories.
I’d been thinking about those rosy memories a lot lately, then I had a revealing conversation with a cool, but pretty straight-laced friend,.