Category Archives: Milky Way Stories

Mexican Prison Breakout

An excerpt from The Trip Into Milky Way… Stan circled around the base of the hill, positioned the chopper in line with the parking lot and began his ascent along the slope of the hill. Bart had the tear gas loaded. At the last second, Stan punched the throttle open full and we popped up like a balloon, looking at the main gate from across the parking lot. Bart got off two rounds of tear gas and hit both adjacent turrets with precision. The guards Read More +

Americans in Mexican Prisons

In the months immediately preceding our incarceration in a Mexican prison for bush, my buddy Win and I had successfully smuggled a few hundred pounds of it across the border into Arizona without a hitch. The trip down into Mexico was supposed to be a time out. We boarded a train down to Mazatlán, caught a ride home with three young Americans and got busted by the Mexican feds on our way back. Go figure. At the time, the American Feds were working hand in Read More +

The Pied Piper of Robin Glen

Robin Glen was not really the name of the town where I grew up, but as names go, it fits well enough. Orange groves carpeted the valleys. Avocado trees brushed the russet-colored hills. Snow-capped mountains glistened on the far horizon. In the days of my youth, Robin Glen was very much like one of those postcards they made about Southern California back in the fifties. The town was so far off the beaten path, the eucalyptus lined back roads simply wandered up into the hills Read More +

The Last Day in Milan

It was a backstreet flat only the young and the down and out could have loved. There was a single bed in one corner, a sink with no cabinet in the other one, old wooden floors thick with varnish and a dresser between the entry and closet doors. The toilet was down the hall. A single window looked out over some tenements in back. The sounds of the Milano streets echoed up night and day and never left you alone. You accessed the flat by Read More +

Weekend Revolutionary

It was June, 1967 and word had gone out that LBJ was coming to LA, only the counterculture movement in LA had no political credentials. There had been protests in Berkeley, New York, Washington, all over the country, but nothing to speak of in LA. We had the rock music scene on Sunset Strip. The movies. Good dope. Otherwise, the area was known for mowing down orange groves and turning them into tract houses. A liberal enclave it was not, but well before the Prez Read More +

Going North

During spring break that year, my brother Denny drove down from UCSC to visit the family. He was off to vacation with his wife in Hawaii. Her father was a shipping magnate out of Honolulu and the family owned a big spread up on the North Shore. Denny planned to fly there and meet with his wife, fly back and drive up to Santa Cruz in two weeks. My mother was taking my brother up to the airport in the morning. Denny had driven down Read More +

The Stuff of Dreams

Robin Glen was a backwoods kind of place for those few, fleeting years. Educators were drawn there, executive types, blue collar folks and engineers, a disparate cast of eclectic characters who had found their way to that bucolic end of the world. Probably they shared one common denominator, a memory of pastoral surroundings as a child, or a longing for such origins—like an old farmhouse you came to driving down a country road—and were collectively drawn to Robin Glen as a way to hold onto Read More +