Seeing Mike Day again in New York March 6, 1986
I met Mike Day again late in 1970; one of those quirky bits of synchronicity that forever sticks in my mind I was late from work having been given a last minute run for the messenger service on the far end of town and came off the wrong Subway at 8th Street instead of Astor Place Where I heard his voice I didn't believe it the last time I saw him had been on highland boulevard in Hollywood as we were getting ready to hitchhike up; the coast to San Fransisco. He produced a joint to share with us as a going away present. Then he reappeared 3,000 miles away in the heart of the Lower East Side. I practically shouted for joy he blinked at me at first and his usual way squinting at people. Perhaps needing glasses. Then slowly he smiled, thin lipped, careful but indeed recognition. I urged him to come hone with me. But he couldn’t at that moment. He took my address and came later, and for the next few months began a process of coming and goings ...