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I remember the halcyon days of psychedelic, world transformation. I remember the Civil Rights struggles and the Vietnam War. I remember not paying much attention to the anti-war protests. I don't think I attended a single one. As for Civil Rights, I grew up on military bases, which were the first integrated environments in this country. I grew up with black friends and never thought one way or another about color. I had a friend named Kelly, who was a lifer enlisted man, He very kindly coached our baseball teams. He knew the game well.

Kelly made some comments to me at times, usually presented with a shrug of the shoulders and a... “that's just how it was, Scout.” I went to Washington DC while still a teenager. I had heard there were 8 women for every one man there. At my age, I liked the odds. I wound up working at gospel missions for a year or so. We served the dregs of society, giving them a room for 3 days each month. I went from there to managing “The Crow's Toe” at 10th and K street. (I think-grin). It was owned by a black man named Terry Portochinco (sp?); from pre-hippie beatnik days. We had nightly poetry readings and jazz artists and performance artists. I did the master of ceremonies thing and read my work. Many of the poets were black.