(” It was the best of times and it was the worst of times “) when i was 16.. This was the underground paper i was an editor of along with 7 other hippies,draft dodgers and deserters in Montreal around 1970,71 all of us living in a commune on St. Laurent and Duluth St in […]
. This is not meant to aggrandize my relationship with Leonard. We knew each other but not well. We never hung out together except that once… I lived just down the street from him on St Dominique and we would see each other in passing both of us bundled up against the frost and cold.I […]
@ Jonathon Lipsin All my life i have used cafes as my haunts . This is where i have plotted adventures,wrote incessantly ,met muses while i scribbled poetry thoughtfully,encountered bodisattvas in the guise of world travelers and sages and used as my office long before the computer era. I come by it honestly. My grandfather Alter,that […]
The Day i hung out with Bob Dylan (Also the day my mother stopped talking to me but that is another story) I have an obscure history with Bob.My earliest meeting kind of was when i was a 16 year old kid living in NYC and with the Yippies sharing a loft with Abbie Hoffman […]
Another John Lennon story I was 17 and part of the commune /collective called Underground Press Syndicate in NY near the West Village. It was 1971. We were the nerve center for the underground press in America and operated as a radical news service . There i was writing stories and culling news reports from […]
I have been walking around Times Square after getting into NYC a couple of hours ago and the memories start flooding in and i really wish my parents were here to enjoy this amazing city like we used to but it is too late because the get up and go has gone up and left […]