Photo by Jorma Kaukonen
I bid a fond farewell to home and the family and drove up to Columbus, Ohio to the airport. In a couple of hours I will leave for LA for the Jefferson Airplane Walk Of Fame star. That third floor walkup on Divisadero between Turk and Eddy is way back there in the rear view mirror. Living in the Western Addition for 90 bucks a month back in ’65 was amazing. It was only three block from the Fillmore. Life was a lot simpler then for sure, but somehow it seems to have worked out. Staying alive seems to be a key factor.
Grace, Jack and myself are the only surviving members of that old band. We’ll miss Marty, Paul and Spencer tomorrow, but then I miss them every day.
Life goes on until it doesn’t.
More to come from the City Of Angels.