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As a 19 year old Englishman from a small Dorset village, Castro of 1979 was somewhat of a cultural shock. Equipped only with a phone number of a friend of a friend, I arrived late at Oakland International Airport jet lagged from my first ever long haul flight.
Unfortunately I got the street numbers mixed up and after knocking on the unanswered door I made my way through the empty house, and after using the John for a much needed crap, I met Erich outside who told me I was in the wrong house and could have been shot as a prowler.
Erich's house overlooked downtown Castro and Bay Bridge. It was built, he told me, by his landlord in the 60's who was off his scone on LSD most of the time. After a cold beer (definitely NOT Coors who would not employ gay labour) and a home grown joint, Erich led me up to his bedroom via an enclosed spriral staircase with the skin of a reticular python stapled to the wall. In my condition of total disorientation the spiraling walk up the stairs seemed to be lasting longer than my flight from London.
Once in his bedroom Erich displyed his pride and joy which was enormous and dripping with potency. On suite was a glasshouse accomodating the biggest crop of homegrown grass I could imagine. Each plant at least 6 feet high and oozing vitality.
By now the effect of jet lag, beer and grass was overwhelming and Erich kindly offered the floor of his lounge for me to crash on. That night, he explained, he was entertaining in his bedroom!
Lying in Erich's borrowed sleeping bag, that smelt strangely composty, I listened to the sounds of a San Francisco night. Wailing sirens, the thumping rhythm of the Village People in the distance, a gun shot (or backfiring car) and the strange accents and movements of Erich's guest/s.
For me, this was the start of an incredible eight day experience of the Castro of '79 which included drunken revelry at the Elephant Walk by night and exploring the streets by day.
But for Mr. Straight there were absolutely no worries.
If you would like to say 'Thanks' to Ken, urge him to tell
Ken and his wife Cathy and 2 daughters live in Australia and operate an Espresso Bar, Gift Shop, and manage Lakeview Cottage, a rental unit on Wallis Lake, NSW. Check out their website LAKEVIEW COTTAGE and COUNTRY PALINGS.
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