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...Nathanael West. Decked out in sheepskin, boas and all the desperately glamorous trappings of the underground, 156 passengers took off to the sound of popping champagne corks. "Being on the first transatlantic hip flight is something to remember," grinned Max Scherr, the penurious editor emeritus of the Berkeley Barb, as he polished off his third glass of free Jacque Bonet champagne...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PROMOTION: There Is No Freelandia | 8/12/1974 | See Source »

...MOVED OUT of the San Francisco apartment without letting either Barb or Ray know. I decided the environment was a little to polarized for me there, so I went over to Berkeley. I didn't have any money, although I had a few good books and three records: On the Threshhold of a Dream, by the Moody Blues, Deaf, Dumb and Blind, by Pharaoh Sanders, and Readings of James Joyce, including an original cut of Joyce reading from Finnegan's Wake...

Author: By Gregory F. Lawless, | Title: The Boston to Berkeley 40 Blahs Blues | 6/11/1974 | See Source »

...Barb and Ray led pretty simple lives. Their apartment on Fulton Ave., right across from Golden Gate Park, is just barely furnished. They spend most of their time working on class action suits and civil rights cases...

Author: By Gregory F. Lawless, | Title: The Boston to Berkeley 40 Blahs Blues | 6/11/1974 | See Source »

...Oakland the next day. I really wanted to just disappear, but decided I'd give the so-called sane world one more chance. Sharon was studying Montessori and her husband, Paul, was a social worker in the Oakland Welfare Department. They were a lot more down-to-earth than Barb and Ray--they showed their ideals through actions rather than words. I almost could have stayed there...

Author: By Gregory F. Lawless, | Title: The Boston to Berkeley 40 Blahs Blues | 6/11/1974 | See Source »

...brink then; San Francisco was driving me crazy. No school ever taught me about all this. So I stuffed my pack full of books, and went back over across the Bay Bridge to Barb's place. She gave me a check, and said I could only cash it if I would talk to Ray. I went out and got the money while she called him. When I came back to pick up my backpack, Ray was waiting. That's when we parted company...

Author: By Gregory F. Lawless, | Title: The Boston to Berkeley 40 Blahs Blues | 6/11/1974 | See Source »

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