I brought a single camera with the 24 - 70mm lens, thinking a second camera with the 70 - 200mm would be burdensome. (Too heavy for an old man on a Tuesday morning.) I think next time I'll go with burdensome. The photographs were mostly throw away's with the colors harsh and crappy under a bright sun, but I was able to get a couple of Wavy Gravy that halfway worked. Still, you make mistakes, you learn. And then you make the same mistakes and you learn all over again.

I was happy to see Mr. Gravy out and about. I figure at seven years my senior if he's still up and walking and giving interviews there's hope for all of of us in our chances for continued existence. I met him in the early seventies when he and Kesey were manning a table at an alternative book publishing fair one summer Sunday in San Francisco, the Rip Off Press underground comix table where I was sitting but two tables down. Kesey was flogging the debut of his then new quarterly Spit In The Ocean and later in the mid-seventies Wavy and his wife would come by the old Rip Off Press parties along with many of the more interesting people in town. He's been on one hell of a trip, adding more to the community on one of his off days than I have in my entire life. Saint Gravy? Why not?

Still, two hours running around with a camera, good reason to feel satisfied albeit tired. And the fact the photographs really weren't very good? An opportunity, as I mentioned, to fix that the next time out.