in the mid 60s Earl and Connie let Gordon Fraser, noted Palo Alto importer of Mexican produce, hide out in the little house tucked into the corner of their property while he was on leave from the vets facility in los altos (I think?). Good times had by all and Connie had a way with cats and would leave a party to go outside where she said she could communicate with her sister in her mind. Earl's was a place to stop on the way to see what the next craziness was going on in the Kesey Babbs household down along the creek in La Honda. Earl was always a good host even when you couldn't hold your mud. Cheers

I am grateful to have many fond memories of spending fun times with Earl. From taking him to the house where he lived in La Honda near the red barn, to camping trips at Limekiln Creek in Big Sur, to his painting my house in Emerald Hills, to playing guitar while he played wash tub bass, to sharing composting and gardening, to sharing afternoons, sunsets, and evenings in the alley. Here's to you old friend. May you rest in Peace.