The book was funny if you were a conservative trapped in Bezerkeley. (You have to do something for amusement.) It was written during the Viet Nam War era and was the author’s counterpoint to “The Strawberry Statement”. Kumquats and loquats are similar and are good for jam, if you add a lot of sugar. I don’t remember the difference (I think one is a tree and one is a bush), they just grew everywhere.
But I can't ever see myself being that libral. I went to a libral university that wasn't that bad then and didn't like it. I didn't like Berzoakland either but did enjoy going to San Francisco a few times. It was pretty where we lived further north. My two oldest were born there.
I don't know how I missed that book, probably too busy reading the James Bond books and hearing all about the Beet'-uls (pronounced accent) from my English gf. And Beat the Dealer because I was going to Reno and wanted to beat the odds. Didn't but didn't blow through too much, and it cured me of ever wanting to gamble again. That book was about counting cards. Now they watch for people who count and reshuffle. I think that's cheating.
At work they were offered a tour of Alcatraz, and I wanted to go. They said I couldn't because I was a woman. I wondered why not. Kind of figured it out but could have cross dressed. Pretty sexist if you ask me. Now it's closed, I'm no longer quite that naive, and not sorry I didn't get to go.
Ooooo. Sean. Think it's a classic Maxine the Latrine quote. "The Tea Party can go to hell."