I meet Mother at Swan's Oyster Depot

Swan's Oyster Depot and mother meeting the insane guy, what is his name, who knew me. LOL

Emperor Norton

“The first of these candidates was also the first to use costumes and/or gender blurring as part of his campaign. He ran under two names, Jesus Christ Satan and Crown Prince Arcadia. Jesus Christ Satan (born Robert Swallow) ran for supervisor in 1973 and in the voter's pamphlet listed his occupation as Androgynous Human Being. In discussing his qualifications for office, he said he held elected office as president of a hospital ward at Napa State Hospital.”

Tommy and Dad were doing a lot of work on the upstairs at Julie and Tommy's house on King Street. I think that Katie was a toddler.

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