August 1973 Doctor Nepola and I are hitchhiking from from Seal Beach on the Orange County line north to San Francisco, hoping to get to see Big Sur. It took forever to get through LA and sunset found us on the PCH outside LAX. We had heard on a midnight special flight to San Francisco. $25. I looked at a map and estimated another two days to get up the coast. We took the plane following the old adage. "If I had a known, I wudda flown."
We arrived at SFO at 2am and took a cab to his cousin's apartment.At least that's how remembered it, but speaking with Doctor Nepola he said we stayed with three hippie girls from Boston College. They gad comeout there to work the summer. We crashed a day or two, then I recall saying goodbye of a long avenue. It was cold for August.
Neil remembered nothing about the midnight flight.
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