The Dana Street Saga

Life in Berkeley thirty years ago;
Searching for love and meaning

Sunday, September 3, 1972 - 10:30 AM

Beginning another day of waiting and hoping for Cookie to call or appear. I'm strongly tempted to drive over to San Francisco to look for her, but the I Ching counseled that I content myself with waiting, so maybe that's what I should do.

1:30 PM

Still waiting, trying to remain calm and composed. Asked my anima if I should go look for Cookie. No. Asked if she thought Cookie would get in touch with me. Yes. Today? Yes. I hope she's right.

12 Midnight

Spent the afternoon and evening reading, meditating, and waiting. Got into an argument with Kay over the kitten (Sunshine), and I called her a hypochondriac.

I got a call about 8:20  PM. It was Windy! What a pleasant surprise. She was at her Aunt's house in San Francisco, soon to start her studies at Mills College in Oakland.

She wanted us to get together, as I did too, so I drove over, and we went out for awhile to a donut shop, where we sat and talked 'til it closed at 10, then sat and talked in the car for awhile.

We talked about various things. She mentioned that she'd been depressed for a couple of weeks, thinks it's partly from leaving her psychiatrist, as well as moving. We talked about our emotional selves for awhile, and I told her that I'd been depressed recently too.

I asked about her and John. She said he was a lover of hers that she'd been sad about, but was now finished with.

And I told her that I'd been an emotional baby with her before, and apologized for laying that trip on her.

I also told her briefly about Cookie, and my current anxiety about where we are.

We talked about my house, compared it to Quaker House, where she had lived in Chicago.

Finally, when she asked what I wanted to do (at about 10:30 PM), I told her I was a bit spaced out, wasn't quite sure how to be with her well, though I felt good to be with her, and we decided to call it a night.

She seemed quite open to me, expects to see a lot of me, and it appears that something nice could develop. But I must be careful not to push things, or take too much for granted.

We were affectionate and pretty natural with each other. I offered to teach her how to drive, which she seemed pleased by, and also offered to help her move, or anything like that.

We hugged and kissed goodnight. I told her she felt good, and she said I did too. All in all, it was a nice evening with her.

After dropping her off, I drove over past Cookie's sister's house, but there were no lights on, and no van out front, so they could have been all asleep, or might have gone somewhere for the weekend.

I sure wish she'd get in touch with me.

Monday, September 4, 1972 - Labor Day - 6 AM

Dream: A long dream about this guy and his father. I forget how it starts, but this guy (who's an acquaintance rather than a close friend) and I have an opportunity to score some dope. I thought I had twenty dollars in my wallet, but find that I have another ten as well, so could lend this guy some money for a lid.

Anyway, we (two others and I) go to his house, which is large and expensive (like Jerry Ferris's). We go up to his room after being shown a couple of things. One is sort of an antique Indian chopping stone thing with animal statues. There are several people in the living room. His room is sort of a platform overlooking the living room. Oh yes, his father is a rich doctor, I think, and is talking about a bunch of test tube displays that were stolen, each of which, a lot of work had gone into. We sympathize with him.

Then we go up to this guy's room, and we smoke a pipeful of dope. His father opposes him smoking, and evidently he's been in trouble about it before. I'm worried that the people in the living room will smell it. Then his father and a few people came upstairs without warning, but one of us deftly sticks the pipe in his pocket without it getting noticed.

Oh yes, just before this (coming upstairs to smoke) there was a funeral salesman downstairs. I went over and asked him how much a funeral would cost. He said 1,000 dollars, and showed me this contraption that I got inside and could control, sort of like a hearse, but not one. I thanked him, then went upstairs with my friends.

Finally we all left, and were at what turned out to be a football field, but seemed like a beach club at first. This guy's father started "streetcorner preaching" about communism and patriotism. He was a real fanatic. Some people in the crowd, at first, children, started razzing him unmercifully, calling him names. Then a laborer type man gave a speech about his father, who had only his index finger left, because the others were blown off by a bomb, and he was for "bombing" (revolution).

Then the scene shifted up to the football game that was going on. This guy was a star football fullback, and the announcer was raving about how he, "Tamper the Tampax" (his nickname), kept tamping through to gain those needed yards time after time, and wondering how his back held up. I thought the game was over, but evidently it wasn't. I drove up to the field, dropped off Tamper. He threw me a bunch of stuff to keep for him on the sidelines, as he was going back in. As he was splitting, I think he said, "See you May first." I asked what was happening then, and it seemed that there'd be a party or something then. That's about all.

The earlier part has pretty much faded, but centered on scoring some dope.

1 PM

Just spent a couple of hours running around San Francisco on a couple of wild goose chases.

First I got the idea of seeing if Windy wanted to go up to the Renaissance Pleasure Faire in Marin County, but I couldn't find her Aunt's telephone number, which I thought I'd had, so I decided to drive over anyway.

When I picked up the car in the garage under the apartments, I found a girl's wallet in the garage, with ID, but no money. She lived in San Francisco too, so I decided to try to return it to her while over there.

I decided to go to Cookie's first and see if she was home, or find out where she was.

Marty was there, but hadn't seen Cookie since last Monday, but thought she might be home tonight. She gave me the Walnut Creek telephone number.

Then I went to Windy's Aunt's house, but no one was home there, so I left a little note saying I didn't have her number after all.

Then I found a telephone booth, and called the girl whose wallet I found. She wasn't home, but her roommate (?) was, so I told her I'd mail it to her.

Called the Walnut Creek number, a guy answered, and he told me Cookie had gone camping the day after she'd come up. So that explains why I haven't heard from her, but makes me wonder who she went camping with, and sad she didn't go camping with me instead.

So anyway, that's where things are now. With two potential girlfriends, I'm still left alone today, but at least things promise to get better (I hope).

I feel I could be happy in a close relationship with either Cookie or Windy, but fear that neither wants a relationship as close as I would like, so hope I can somehow keep them both.

So here I am, back in "wait state" for the time being, 'til either of them calls.

9:40 PM

No calls yet.

Did my laundry this afternoon over at Penny's.

Got a call about working for CMI (California Marijuana Initiative) again.

Played a game of chess each with Greg and Sheldon, winning them both.

Went out and bought a refrigerator for the house this afternoon. Haven't been able to pick it up yet though.

Am feeling in pretty good spirits, but I sure wish I'd hear from Cookie. I'm afraid that when I do, I'll be tied up with Windy and wont be able to see her.

Oh well, I'll just have to flow with the situation as best as I can, balancing things as I go.

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