The citizens of Berzekeley are going to have an opportunity to vote on decriminalizing prostitution. Not that it can change state or federal laws, but purely as an advisory vote. Ostensibly this would provide a mandate to the police to assign a 'low priority' to catching the evening ladies. Gimme' a break. I lived on University Avenue in the 70's. Directly beneath my apartment was a massage parlor that didn't have any massage tables. The flashing sign outside my window kept me awake most nights. Looking down at the avenue you would always see Laurie. I had a crush on her. But alas, I was a poor kid and couldn't afford to date her. The cops always came by and stopped to chat. They liked Laurie too. Sometimes they'd buy her breakfast at the IHOP across the street. It was no secret what line of work she was in. Dressed to the nines with a miniskirt that reached well above her thigh. A halter top draped so low you'd think (actually pray) her breasts would fall right out of it. A car would pull up. She'd get in. Ten or fifteen minutes later she'd be back. Hard to think that the police could assign a lower priority.

Phone rings... 'Sonica Music - good afternoon'. Gentleman was walking by the other day and saw the new sign. When did the business change hands? Oh about two and a half years ago. Seems he bought a flute from the former owners about fifteen years ago. Wanted to know if I'd like to buy it back. Sorry, but I don't really need any more banged up old smelly flutes at the moment. I've got a carton full of the things already. The kids don't want 'em. The Costa Ricans don't even want 'em. He says, well I'm glad you're here. We really need a music store in downtown Mountain View. It was all I could do to keep from busting up laughing. One phone call in fifteen years to try and dump something from his closet. Boy that really makes me feel needed. Does he need a music store in Mtn. View or would a pawn shop suffice? I held my tongue.