I mentioned the Haight/Ashbury over breakfast conversation this morning, I then had to clarify it as the intersection of two San Francisco streets, during the Summer Of Love, in 1967.

I was there and it was amazing. English style fish and chips, wrapped up in a newspaper, then heading out into Golden Gate Park. I like to throw out this reference because it sounds like I was one of the cool characters that made up that cool scene, but I was not.

Someone gave me some pure Meth, uncut, before it became a hit in the world. I was up for three days, psychotic towards the end, waiting to die on the grass in the middle of the Park!

That's when my brother found me, got me out of there, and checked me into the psychiatric ward of Napa State Hospital. Yes, I was in a nut house for two weeks.

I feel very guilty that I was not able to rescue my brother from a locked down nursing home for the mentally disturbed, in Modesto, CA. He is now gone, rest in peace Dana...