and was living in a group house near Grizzly Peak, so through mutual friends he and I arranged to go for a walk in the Rose Garden and, just, you know, talk and only slightly shiver in the gray fall afternoon (Afterwards, without meaning to, I made him the worst cup of cocoa I have ever prepared for anyone in my entire life). Since I had last seen him he had gone to UC-Davis and gotten some sort of degree in ecology and was really into bicycling and doing that UC-Davis thing but he commented how he was really tired of living pay check to pay check. Still, he was living the 70s ecology-centered life, and I still felt about him at that point that this is a fundamentally decent human being trying to live a good life on modest scale. There was still a strange chemistry between us, which scared the hell out of both of us, because we sure as hell knew we didn't belong together. I didn't hear from him again and I didn't even hear about him. We both grew up and went about our lives. I really lost track of him.