Aral, I can hear the sound of your voice and your laughter blending with Michael’s and all those gathered around the table. I missed a lot of gatherings, so I feel kind of sad.
I know he would have enjoyed hanging out here at this biker coffee house on his birthday, especially the Hookers Blend house coffee(a real kick in the ass cup). A few years back(quite a few) I treated him to fish and chips at Barters on his birthday. Just as with Gonny, I have mostly distant memories. Both from the same bubble chamber: he was, and still is now, the anti-particle. The morphic fields of past history are still there uphome. Michael has a very persistent field presence. I look forward to being back there with you all to get to know him again.
Remember Aral, in our family, weirdness is good. I’m working on getting mine back. Love to one and all, Christopher

I’m going to take this a little at a time. (I’m not as clear and concise a writer as I’d like to be, so I’ll spare you too much rambling).

I know it sounds trite and pretty a much a mantra from my generation, but money follows you when you’re doing what you love. God, that sounds silly, but it really does work. Well, usually not a LOT of money , but enough, you know? But I guess it depends on what you’re passionate about. Of all the interests and talents you have, there must be one in that treasury that you can follow and make something out of for your own material well being and comfort. From observation and experience, it’s a matter of timing–when opportunity meets resources and you’re in the right place at the right time to put the two together. But you also have to go after it…your boat can come in, but if you don’t get in the dingy and row out to it, you just might miss the boat! You have to put yourself in the flow of opportunity’s stream. Sounds simplistic now, but that sounded really good in 1974 (lost in time…maybe ‘73…sometime back then…) when Michael said that to me about holding a show at a major gallery in Seattle.

I took his advice to heart and when it dawned on me that I would make a good teacher and I found out that I still had GI bill resources available for school…I took the opportunity and went back to school to do that. One night during those ‘homemade ouija board’ sessions we used to have, I asked how long I would be teaching. I think Terry and I were doing the board and the answer was the number 1. I didn’t know what it meant…one year? Michael said, maybe, but he thought it meant one life, one whole cycle. And he was right.

Love,
Gary