On the Death of Jerry Garcia I walk with women spinning in the street,Between two psychedelic minivansGridlocked by the color-drenched bereaved.A broker’s luminescent tie commandsRespect, and, farther on, I hear some linesFrom “Alabama Getaway” — two bums,Both tenors, beg for change while singing songs,Your children left behind.Our Jerry’s gone.  The mourning City hums,“We Will Get […]

During the 1970s, most boys around Campbell, California bonded with their fathers through sports, automotives, fishing, and hunting, not horror magazines, comic books, or Saturday afternoon science-fiction film shows.  I truly wanted to bond with my father, but he was into football and baseball, and for me sports, even still today, are yuck.  My only […]