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There were a lot of people around the shop in those days. Some had been brought in by Judy, some by SusieQ and some by me. A woman came into the shop and she wanted to learn pottery. I think I gave her lessons. Her name was Jan. She was from down the street, and had just moved in, with a husband and five kids. So of course I soon met her husband. They both became very good friends with me and all my friends. He was a catholic college teacher and teacher of English. She was in the medical profession. His name was Jerry. Jerry apparently had decided to bring the whole family to San Francisco from New England in a Chevy station wagon, because of the poetry scene in North Beach. Jerry wanted to be a poet.
A kind of gang was being formed. Jerry and Jan were the oldest being around thirty-five. I was probably the next oldest being around twenty-seven . Most of the people we would know would be around twenty. Another person I became good friends with was Agea. She was very good looking, Italian, long dark flowing hair, dark oval eyes, local, her parents living in Excelsior, a city girl and could have a foul mouth. In those days cursing and swearing were a fashion and most people I knew engaged in it. It was the hip thing to do. It seems always the case that the middle classes who identify with the lower classes as a political act, do it by being crude, rather than the lower classes adopting better etiquette. Kind of a form of classism I would presume, since the lower would be assumed to be perhaps incapable of better manners.
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