The following is Chapter One from Lucky to Have Her, a story about love and all its variations played out by three intimately involved people over most of their lives.
Ultimate Reality, All of it Life surprises. Surprises are sparks.
San Francisco, March 1976 On the morning after I moved into my apartment on Ashbury, wet snow dropped over parts of San Francisco, mostly on Portrero Hill, the boyhood neighborhood of O. J. Simpson. It was an event I was not alone in believing could never take place. Waiting for
November 22, 1963 I generally enjoyed Miss Izak’s class, brightened as it was by her effervescence, even though I was failing, just as I’d previously failed Latin. Gene, a born smart ass, and Billy, his frequent target, were involved in something silly in front of me, and I was
Holy Shit Christmas Eve, snow finally fell from an infinitely gray overcast, hovering since dawn and hanging motionless into the afternoon. Still coming down hard after dark, it resolved the village below us in a pinkish haze, a fog-shrouded pool with fuzzy streetlights struggling to pierce through. There was
Past Life Regressions Advanced meditators and others who believe they’ve had out of body experiences — OBE’s — give us useful insights into the spiritual side of being alive on Earth, but while what they share is intriguing, the insights are neither complete nor sure to inform us about life