Then, this morning I go into a coffee shop. And it’s suddenly 40 years later. And on the walls of the coffee shop there’s this “Berkeley in the ’60s” photo exhibit with all these blow-ups of the Berkeley Barb covers. And it’s like ancient history. This once-dynamic thing that’s now a petrified relic of a bygone era.
And always this eerie feeling. It’s like my life was just starting. And then I blinked my eyes and it’s almost over.