John f. Weldon: "The Pines" on Pine Ave. where a watch was going on to see if the Management would remove a grilled cheese sandwich that was lodged behind the jukebox player at one table...It stayed there for four years. The phone was always answered, "Piiinesssss" for delivery. A hangout after a night at The Door.

And Peace, I never inhaled either. The hash was oily, but smoooth...cough, cough...(Jesse's "Twigs and Seeds...")...And who could forget Maui-Wowie? A mint green leaf that could take you "past the outskirts of Infinity" in a heartbeat....And I seem to remember a younger version of someone you know called MudRock (who is even prettier now), crawling across the street on St. Urbain after uh, "sipping" a little brew. I was trying to convince him that "death by beer" was not the way to go, that he'd make it if he just hung in there. Ah, youth... A sequel to a party at Liz Tansey's(still remember that see-through Indian Blouse) where I spoke to Felicity Fanjoy(Ryan Larkin) while she was taking a bath...All that crazy stuff seemed "normal" back then...And if somehow I could return in time to the freedom of that era...Sure, let's go...