My brother Dana ended up in the California Mental Institution system for the last years of his life. He was an amazing and good man. He rescued me from Golden Gate park at the height of the Haight Ashbury, after I overdosed on the original Meth. We had a wonderful but tortured relationship, and loved each other.

I was there when he was abducted by a ship I remember seeing, as we camped out as kids, on the side of a Sierra Nevada mountain. They had him back in our camp by morning, and he was never the same.

There, but for the grace of God, go I. They could have grabbed me, a three year younger specimen, and this old blog would not exist.