We were not merely throwing parties. We were also student campus revolutionaries in our spare time. Here is a picture of me in the San Francisco Chronicle for December 6, 1966 News Clipping of Sam Sloan, Student Striker, in December, 1966
The Social Security Death Index gives the following:
Born 10 Oct 1944
Died 8 Nov 1991
Issued: CA (1962)
I am very sorry to learn this. She was a nice lady and a good friend.
I had not seen her in years, since I left California on December 24, 1967. I did not return for 14 years.
I must add that it is not a surprise that she has died. She had habits of the sixties. During the period of time that I knew her, she was in the hospital in Sacramento for six months with Hepatitis B, which she acquired I believe while shooting drugs.
She was a fantastic fuck. I do not know how she did this, but her skin was so soft that I felt like I was sinking into a very soft pillow. I never asked her how she achieved this effect, but I always assumed that she must have bathed in some cream or lotion which made her skin so soft. I have never met another lady like her. I could fuck her for hours, just endlessly.