At Long Last, Love

Hippie Lovebirds in Humboldt County, 1976

When I went on the road in 1968, I wanted to chance adventure, seek my fortune, and most of all, find true love. The adventures came quickly enough; climbing peaks in the Sierra Nevada and hitchhiking across Mexico took care of that.

Fortune hunting was much harder; in fact it took seven years of homelessness and hunger before I found a full-time job. Finding my own true love turned out to be the most elusive goal of all, however.

Although I’d had crushes on, and dated girls since the seventh grade, and had lost my virginity at sixteen with another virgin, most of my wandering years were spent lonely and yearning for a girl to call my own.

The late sixties were hit or miss for me in the romance department. When I joined an encounter group, I was the only person who didn’t get laid after weeks of sessions.

After a stint as a stagehand in an avant-garde theater company, and a trip across the country in a hippie van, I’d had sex a few more times, but the women I’d been with didn’t stick around.

To find out how I broke my losing streak, and found my own true love, you’ll have to read my book, Lightbulb Coffee.

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