December 4, 2014
The Ghosts of Berkeley Past
I’m one of those people who is haunted by their past. Everywhere I go in Berkeley I see ghosts from my past. . .
Every time I walk by this spot I remember sitting there with Peggy Sue one night in the late 1980s, It’s like an eerie acid flashback.. . .
Peggy Sue was extremely beautiful. But she had recently had a stroke and half her body was permanently paralyzed. Couldn’t use her left arm or her left leg. So it was a pretty major and sudden adjustment. We sat there on the steps that night, quietly talking. And I was trying to figure out what had happened to her. But Peggy Sue was kind of crazy. And she was extremely dyslexic, verbally. The words tumbled out of her in a jumble of non-sequitors and surrealistic imagery. So who knows what the hell. But we were kind of commiserating. Trying to make sense of the whole tragedy. And every now and then Peggy Sue would start crying quietly.
And this is the short version of a very long and convoluted story from the 1980s. . . But every time I walk by this spot, the entire.story flashes across my mind from beginning to end in a blink of an eye.
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