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Roxie didn't work with us for long. She got a job as a waitress at Bruno's on Mission, between nineteenth and twentieth. She was always having trouble with the older waitresses, who she said didn't like her. One interesting thing I remember her saying was: it took generations for her family to move into the middle class, her parents both being teachers; and in one generation, she and her brothers and sisters, had plummeted the family back down into the lower strata.
At some point the vocalist woman upstairs moved, and a man probably in his late thirties moved in. I think he was just split up from his wife. Jerry had a problem with him and some kind of obnoxious noise from upstairs above Jerry's room, like racket from a rocking chair. Jerry probably talked to him and straightened it out, because that was his way. Would have also gotten all the skinny on the guy as well. Think it was some sort of exerciser the guy was using.
We were walking down Mission Street coming back to the Powers house, probably, Jerry, Edward, Roxi and myself, and we came across an empty store front on Mission Street, right around the corner from where we were living. Edward suggested we rent it, and start a coffee shop or a car parts store. I believe Jerry liked the idea of the coffee shop and Edward took up an argument for auto parts. Point being - it was rented and became the Cafe Commons, of which a year or more later I would frequent every morning for seven years.
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