42. 'You MUST move to a city! ...ANY city!'
GINA AND GEORGE Among the lay teachers with whom I became friends, a social studies teacher named Gina became closest. She and her husband, George, lived not far from where I lived in Meiners Oaks, in a little cottage near the highway from Ventura. It was decorated with tons of macrame holding hanging plants and other standard 1960s-70s hippie decor. They occasionally would invite me over for dinner and conversation. Gina was plump, short, round...and congenial. George was thin, tall, angular...and aloof. He parted his dark hair in the middle and pulled it back into a ponytail. George was odd. He said he was a writer but I never saw anything he wrote. I don't know what he did, if anything, to make a living. He was a great conversationalist. He liked being the devil's advocate; his conversations were off-the-wall and full of the unexpected. We three could go on well into the night discussing just about anything that came to mind. TRIBUTE TO 'SHANGR