Retired

I've retired.

Last year I applied for Social Security benefits. I was 62. I really didn't have a job and I knew having two 'identifications'. it was going to take some time to straighten out the mess I had made for myself thirty-something years ago.

Sometime in the early seventies, I had landed in San Francisco. I had come from 'back east': Connecticut, Cape Cod and New York City, already having spent some time homeless, "crashing" at friends "pads."


I think the last real job I had before arriving on Haight Street was with CBS New York. I can tell you the story of my last day working for Walter Cronkite, but it would take too long. Suffice it to say that I left New York with nothing but hepatitis.