I am educated in the Western Classical Tradition, B.A. from U.C. Berkeley in Latin and Greek, English major, one year at U. of Toronto, studied under Alain Renoir and Northrop Frye, read most classics full time for many years after university in French, English, Latin and Greek to the modern day. I am interested in the near future of technology, what changes it imposes upon our heritage and character as humans. Short stories and Essays are my medium.
6 Dec 2022 6 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
Our pre-bong bong apparatus In the room next to mine, 806, resided George F. and Rick Coffin. The reason I mention his last name is that we all thought it funny at the time. But, sadly enough, (as he was a very nice guy), he died in a car accide...
5 Dec 2022 8 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
Grant's girl. So I quit attending two classes without a qualm. My grades for that quarter were two ‘F’s’ and a ‘B’ in the history course. On the drive back home that quarter break I told my father, with a degree of apprehension, my grades. But...
4 Dec 2022 5 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
In the summer of 1972 I graduated high school but didn’t attend the ceremony. I was sitting in the back of Rich’s car with my friends, smoking joints as he drove near our high school. That day the third Santana album came out and we were eager t...
3 Dec 2022 6 minute read 2 comments Diomedes
I’ve described my boyhood friends, my hobbies and habits. But before I enter upon the college arena I’ll briefly address two more topics, religion and books. My parents were not religious, never mentioned it, never mentioned church. But my frien...
2 Dec 2022 6 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
Sad Geena. (actually Patricia Highsmith) At eighteen I went off to Berkeley, to the dorms and by pure chance was assigned to a floor of such wild rebels, tasting their first freedom from home and any rules, each one of us encouraging our floor mat...
1 Dec 2022 4 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
I studied integration in high school math classes. My friend Rich studied disintegration, physical and mental, with a steady and in many ways elegant journey into alcoholism and drug abuse. He exuded charisma. He had a charm about him even when fa...
30 Nov 2022 7 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
This reminds of a sight my parents and I were somewhat shocked to see when we first arrived in the Bay area. It was a warm Sunday in late 1967 and my parents thought it would be nice to pay a visit to Golden Gate Park, which they’d heard so much...
29 Nov 2022 6 minute read 1 comment Diomedes
The one rule my father laid down was that I was never allowed to leave the house after dinner, except on weekends. So I went to my room to amuse myself with my many hobbies. The only T.V. was in the family room, and my habit from France still pr...
28 Nov 2022 7 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
In the fall of 1967 my father was again promoted and transferred, this time to San Francisco, to be assistant manager of their very large machine shop there. He flew out and purchased a house, while my mother and me packed up. The plan was for a...
