From The Road Back

When I had the plane ticket I called Tom Hart, who had been my drumming partner in the Phoenix in 1969, and was now a San Francisco cabbie, to pick me up at the SFO airport so I could crash on his couch. I would somehow try to re-establish myself in San Francisco without a band. Maybe find a way to study at the SF Zen Center, which is where I thought I was headed when I left the Farm the first time.

Tom picked me up  at SFO in his cab the second and last time I left the Farm. I stayed with him, sleeping on his couch. I spent my afternoons at the beautiful communal house run by Tommy Dee’s friends.