Berkeley's Strawberry Canyon. Football stadium and Cyclotron. And my home in July 1959.
I'd been living in a dilapidated loft above an old barn for $15 a month split three ways. True! But my roommates had left to fish in Alaska for the summer. I had no income save what I cd get playing folk music on the street or stealing and reselling science books. Shameful.
Strawberry Canyon with Cyclotron in bg |
Finally gave in and joined Army in Aug. Recruiter put me in Army Security Agency and I became a Cold War spy and Russian linguist.
Hence my fondness for Strawberry Canyon.
...written on Kindle...pardon typos
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