Urban Living Illustrated: Parking Lesson No. 7, If it's too good to be true, it probably isn't (true).
It is the thirtieth anniversary of the Summer of Love this year. Thirty years ago, in 1967, people with long hair, guys too, gathered in San Francisco from all over the country and almost daily celebrated life, love, and summer in Golden Gate Park.
To Commemorate this momentous occasion, The City is hosting an anniversary concert in the Park, where there will be rock music and food, and other things, like socially minded booths, where like minded people can stand around and confirm each others like mindedness. Tickets are $15.
Marvin and Faye, those quintessential tourists from Des Moines, are in San Francisco this weekend to help celebrate. They've got their tickets and have been driving around seeing the sights in an old Buick that Walter, Marvin's younger brother, lent them.
Walter is the lead singer with Bathtub Ring, a band that plays at Loo Loo's, a South of Market Street club where Marvin and Faye are just now sitting down to brunch.
"What took you so long Marvin? How far did you have to go to park the car?"
"You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a parking place in this town. I drove around for blocks and blocks before I found one. A space in a dead parking lot four block from here. It was all I could find, and I took it. I don't know how the locals put up with this. Some of the cars out there look like they haven't moved in years."
"A space in a defunct parking lot? I don't know..."
"Don't worry, Faye. I can find my way back. There's all this paint on the walls, and it's daytime. What's going to happen in broad daylight?"
Copyright 1997-8 by George Freeman, SSA Member No. 997. All rights reserved.