Updated: Jan 18


A smart Puggee who understood Spanish & English, The Duke loved to sit on Lito’s lap while he read the San Francisco Examiner, just like I did at 5 years old while Lito would give me sips of Falstaff beer in my own tiny mug.

Liking the flavor and the sensation of being buzzed so very early in life, it created an inherent desire to go to the very edge of soberness all of my entire life.

Having already heard of marijuana as a Freshman ~ that the Seniors would smoke hiding under the football field bleachers, my encounter of the 1st kind would be at my Sophomore corridor locker when a friend named Tyke whispered, “Hey Albert, would you like to try a joint?”

Being concerned of losing a good friend, as well as being called a coward by my other buddies that already smoked weed, I hesitantly replied ~ “sure………..”

Tyke suggested that we meet after school at 15 minutes away Sigmund Stern Grove ~ a below sea level 33 acre public park smack dab in the middle of The City, featuring a natural lake, amphitheater, picnic grounds and walking paths.

Non-scrupulously created and edited Wikipedia currently confirms that: Stern Grove is also known as a popular party location for local private high schools in San Francisco.” 52 years ago in 1967, we started a trend that is still keepin’ on!!!

Taking the skinny wrinkled little joint very secretively out of his jacket pocket looking all around for a could-be patrolling cop ~ Tyke lit it, pulled a big drag and passed it onto me.

Myself also paranoid even before taking that 1st hit, I hid behind a nearby eucalyptus tree and inhaled my very 1st puff of marijuana ~ a severe addiction that would continue for 45 years.

Passing it back & forth until it was smoked out, Tyke asked me if I felt anything.

Sheepishly I told him “nothing.” He said to wait a few minutes and let the THC settle in.

Tyke was totally right ~ after 10 minutes like almost all newbies, I started giggling uncontrollably and after talking total nonsense for about an hour, we both had to head home.

Immediately feeling the munchies, I deviated from my normal bus route.

Already used to walking very long distances, I sauntered to the 2 mile away Doggie Diner, a now shuttered former San Francisco landmark featuring a huge Dachshund head on the roof wearing a chef hat.

Ordering 3 chili dogs, 2 fries and a Coke, I devoured my food as if I had been starving for a week!

Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.

+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!

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