My living room had a wonderful fire place.

The other side, "early hippie".

Bette Polefko and Art.
Bette and I had worked at the Magic Pan together
and when I went to The Fort in Morrison, she soon followed.
Art was the bartender at the Magic Pan

Bette and Joe Stevens
We all worked at The Fort in the foothills.

Bette, in uniform from The Fort
passed out from a late night of fun and party.
She was my roommate at 1194 for a short while.

Chuck, the bartender from The Magic Pan.

Connie Jester and a friend from The Fort.
When I woke up at my house,
it was always a surprise to see who spent the night.
When it snowed in the foothills, depending on how bad it was,
our choice was to either come down to Denver
or go up into the mountains.
Connie had a cabin in the mountains with her sister Jackie.

Dennis, from the kitchen at The Magic Pan
crashed out at my house!

Jackie Jester, on her way out.
She could play the piano so beautifully.

Jerry Brozowski, living in Seattle
always came for visits.
Here he is crashed out on my bed after the long drive.

Joy Shneider, who lived with me at Highland.
Actually, I moved in with Joy there.

My beautiful dog Kazan.
Stolen! One day, she did not come home.
I miss her still.

My car, Lois Lane!
My Rambler!

Me with Kazan. She was a wonderful pet.