Lost And Found In The 60S

Lost and Found in the 60s by Paul Justison takes you back, way back. Here's an excerpt from the book to get you in the mood: Tony and I went out delivering late one spring morning. As we reached Oak Street, Janis Joplin drove by in a convertible, hair all over and waving to people she'd pick out. "I've never seen her in that car. What is it?" I asked. Tony knew cars. "A Nash Metropolitan. Don't think they make them anymore." "We should see her again." "Absolutely man, 'Ball and Chain.'" He walked down Oak, on his route. My first two stops were uneventful, and I continued around Buena Vista Park for the last of the day. Jerry let me into the two-story Victorian he shared with his old lady, Connie. His parents had died and left him the house and not much else. After finishing college in Maine, he started his mail-order business with a clientele of friends back East, buying small lots of acid. They had a workroom in the basement stocked with different sized boxes, wrapping materials, and all sorts of stuff from thrift shops-hats, photos, books, kitchen things, etc.-to add to the boxes. Some they'd wrap as presents; the rest just had brown paper. They'd address them from legitimate addresses in the city and drop them off at post offices near that address or somewhere downtown. Months ago, I'd told Connie I was paranoid that she'd send one from the home address of one of the mail handlers, and they'd catch it. They switched to only using expensive addresses. I liked both of them but never figured out how they were an item. Jerry always looked close to straight-brown hair barely over his ears and a clean-shaven, serious face, not too unlike me in that regard. But he was close to homely with bushy eyebrows and a chin that never quite separated from his neck. Connie was one foxy lady, green eyes always sizing up whether you were enough for her. Last I saw her, she was wearing a black and red plaid skirt, purplish tights, and black boots. But she wasn't here today. Jerry had news for me. "Mark, we're quitting all this at the end of summer. Connie and I are going to law school. We were accepted last week." It was a shock to me. But we made arrangements for next time, and I left, wondering how I'd replace them. They were a reliable quarter of the business. Tony was at the Here and Now, this macrobiotic place he liked on Haight at Scott. There was never much choice for lunch, so I ordered brown rice with squash and an apple juice. I asked, "Do we come here because they don't have the food you don't like or because they have the food you do like?" He grinned before turning serious. "I never see straight people here, loud people, or smelly people. Just people devoted to macrobiotics. And us."

• | Author: Paul Justison
• | Publisher: Unsolicited Press
• | Publication Date: Nov 08, 2022
• | Number of Pages: 246 pages
• | Language: English
• | Binding: Paperback
• | ISBN-10: 1956692398
• | ISBN-13: 9781956692396