Not Unlike a Madman In Cheap Sandals

📗 I was born Aug. 24,1940 to the Oregon coastal towns of North Bend/Coos Bay. The Heavily mixed ethnicity along The waterfront left me with the indelible impression that there is nothing wrong with anyone’s race or nationality. Earth, wind, fire and water seemed to equalize and humble anyone who thought himself above the common good for any length of time. It was a bayshore world where owners, bosses and labor seemed to muck alongside each other in an indistinguishable fog bank that capitalist and socialist philosophers would be at a loss to describe. We seemed to invent ourselves. Proud, shining steamers from all over the world sailed in and out of a roughneck harbor. A fine, carpenter-gothic three story public school stood only two blocks uphill from the waterfront cat houses. I delivered Sunday and afternoon newpapers there. My old Swedish-Lutheran Church preached what was right and wrong, but the people there persevered as if it were imperative that they support each other just as they are. That world is gone now, but it made the first impression on me of what is Tao.