I wasn't a hippie but Kerouac and Corso's Beats still influence me. Twenty in '61, with wife Carol in '67, left Chicago and headed west. Settled in Oregon for a while but got to Hiaight-Asbury in time to see Frank Robinson walking toward me down the street. (I'd last seen Frank over a cup of coffee at the No Exit coffeehouse in Chi.) We went and had coffee, once again, that day. (No Starbuck's yet.)

Later, for what it's worth, Frank wrote The Towering Inferno and other Sci-Fi books. (Also was the Playboy Adviser for a long while.)

So, welcome to our clubhouse. There's better places to be probably, but as a passtime, it can't be beat.

Art Thieme