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MaryM was my second room mate and girlfriend after MaryT left and went back to New York. MaryT was the merriment of my life, but I was skin-deep, no girl-friends, no-women except my mother and MaryJ in DC. I was a babe in the shoulds ! She was a song, a dance, a mirth a minute; a brightness of-being, an espousing academy of counter-life knowledge, beauteous, feminine bounty recognized; but-not sexually of my arousing and not-my Ma'am !
MaryM She was an economist, a Mormon, a secretary and a Virgo and we split up. It was her-idea. This may have been in the spring or summer of '70. She had a new room-mate in-mind for me, and a girl friend as well; the new room mate's sister. Can't remember the first-time I met them, nor where. MaryM met them. We will call him Ford and his sister Veronica. MaryM may have met Ford at the Art Institute, where he was a student, or she may have met Veronica at a book-store near Fisherman's Wharf, where Veronica worked at the time. She also sold Ford her green Volkswagen bug so he and we would have a way to get around. A great person she, as I never knew at the time.
Ford moved in. He was attending the Art Institute and taking classes at San Francisco State. His father was footing his half of the rent so that was guaranteed. Ford was a first-year drop-out from Yale University, where his father was head of the piano music department and all 'round bigwig. Ford was about six feet tall, maybe nineteen years old, sweating the draft with dark shoulder-length hair.
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