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1,2,3...4 familiar faces with the Grateful Dead trukin' in the background.
The stories ran all night; four were on the bridge while the car blew; with Crazy Jeff getting a front row seat: flames were in my eyes.
Even the Mankato connection, Kerry and Jim(forget if Jorge or Dave were there), added to the stories, as the spliffs passed amongst the tales. Then, one by one, we each found a space on the floor. With the luckiest on the couch: a treat passed amongst the members day by day.


I remember waking after only a few hours had passed(6:30-7); Steve-who was up tinkering on jewelry- and I ventured out together and saw the world...the day after. It was an atypical morning for San Francisco; the blue skies were there but gone was the bustling metropolis; its energy drained, with large segments of the city in lock down. We toured the still vacated areas in and around center city SF. It felt like the City by the Bay had just taken a shot to the gut and was temporarily down on one knee. As we walked up the Leavenworth to Geary I thought about the faux bravado which accompanies war times, and the tough days ahead for ALL lovers of peace and justice.
George Bush I, was to top off at 89% at the end of this battle; though at that time he was 50/50 in the "polls". And instinctively I knew he was destined for a Fall. "This is going to cost Bush, he is going to loose the election", I remember saying to Steve as we climbed, finally, from O'Farrell to Geary. He just looked at me, and responded, as was to happen until election day 1992, "You think so", and then: 'I do not think so'.

But I knew, yep I did.

See, contemporary Americans are front runners; constantly caught up in "who is popular" over principle. As an activist, a grassroots door to door activist, I knew his support was weak; a manufactured "consent' based on lies, and fear. Inside the hearts of the citizens there has always been distrust and CONTEMPT for the Bush's(as is today); and lastly this "war" was an evil act contrived in the dark minds and souls of the Anglo-American oligarchy; I knew deep in my soul the god of the universe would not let it go unpunished.


Yes, 1992 was to be a year of consequences and change...