Not much here yet.
I use a umbrella as icon for the 90's since a rain of death descends on the next or my generation of San Francisco close friends. This is not to suggest it was that truly clean and easy delineation. For example in 1985, Puddles boyfriend was sick, in the hospital and dead within a week or so, same for boyfriends or casual friends, but the 1990s represents the decade that for me, I would lose nearly almost everyone close to me who would have made my circle of family for old age. And this includes a new circle one would create upon the exhaustion of existing friends, only to watch them die, and again one starts and again they all die. That is why it was so relentless and depressing, and then there came the fear of that someday you might be living and to old to go make new friends, which is what happened.
So that is why this decade is such, the tragedy that HIV represents to San Francisco accelerates throughout the decade until the advent of HAART, but, it was still to late for some and for some the medical treatment would finish what HIV started.
It also represents the decade when I would become disabled and nearly be consumed by the disease as well, only to just in time be saved by the first combo therapy of AZT and 3tC. It wasn't yet called anything like combo therapy, only hindsight allows that interpretation.
I also become well versed in writing obits and while it wasn't until late in the decade that the web was available for such posting, then Puddles was the only obit originally posted. However, I will try and find some of the others that I wrote and hopefully will try create a list of those who died as a memorial. While there are some fun photos, since the decade wasn't totally morbid, just almost, and I did go to Germany. But for the moment the only item that's ready is Puddles obit.
We had to take a Greyhound bus home, which meant that it picked us up in Vail but goes all the way to Salt Lake City before turning around and going all the way down to San Bernardino and then into LA.
We got off in a college town south of SLC and met the only hippy, who was very lonely and was really thrilled to meet us.big, and this just then ending of the story, almost as good as the electric yo yo man, remember that?
