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True Stories
 
  This is a collection of stories and descriptions of events and people in my life which have left an impression on me or at least come to mind from time to time. This is not a blog or journal, but just something I feel a need to write about. I think that some organization of the material may emerge as it accumulates, but here at the outset, it's just free association.  
     
   
     

 

Paris    
  I've had two concussions in my life and both of them happened in Paris. I love Paris so I don't know why this has been on my mind recently. But in a recent conversation with Eric Kroll, we talked about how the essence of Paris was to be very happy and sad at the same time.  
The more recent one occurred late at night, running up the stairs of our flat with Julia on our way back from the Internet Cafe. The lights all were out and I tripped on the top step, becoming a projectile which ended its trajectory abrubtly at the wall.  
     
The first occurred on May Day of 1971. There was a demonstration with crowds of people running up Blvd. St. Michelle. I knew the best move was to get out of there so I headed for the nearest metro, guitar case in one hand, girfriend on the other. There were two CRS (riot police) in the station and they beat the crap out of me, landing me in the hospital. Later I spoke to my friend at the Embassy who explained that French law was written so that if you are near a demonstration (la manifestasion) you are presumed guilty of being a participant.  
     
     
     
     

 

 

 

 

 

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