[ifinnegan]

Wow, Thud. That’s quite an experience you had. Did you read Confessions of a Crap Artist?

And, on another note, did you ever go to the Pinky’s Pizza in Marin?

[Thud]

I don't recall _Confessions of a Crap Artist_. I left Marin after 8th grade to live with my father and attend high school. The high school choices in West Marin entailed either two hour daily commutes to San Anselmo, or a 1.5 hour commute to the truly sucky Tomales High School, whose history texts at the time had been published about 1938-39.

Hattie got out too, and the third of us tied for 8th grade valedictorian at West Marin Elementary, Jay Power, did too as his state park ranger father was transferred elsewhere. All three of us turned up as freshmen at the spanking new UC Santa Cruz in the fall of 1967. Each of us wanted to live in the same coastal redwood environment we grew up in on Western Marin, so we ended up with about eight years together in elementary school and then college.

The three of us really lived California's post-World War Two Golden Dream.