Flying like a bird with self built wings

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34. Sounds like we both rode on Keesey's bus for a while. Further.

Had similar shared Jungian "oceanic" and "synchronicity" experiences, both on and off the bus. Sometimes with complete strangers. I was hitchhiking back to school in Boston on I-95 one afternoon from DC in the late 1970s. The woman who stopped I just knew, and she knew me and I knew her, even though we had never met. After a few miles, I told her that she had a second heart. She pulled out a red garnet pendant from under her blouse. She let me off at a Rest Stop near her home in Cherry Hill, NJ, and we went our separate ways.

In the 70s, you could go anywhere and meet the most interesting people by just sticking out your thumb.

That view from Marin Co. at night was a lot more memorable than Ken Russell's completely awful "Tommy," I'm sure. "Quadrophenia," however, was excellent, and completely made up for it.