Dick and Marilyn

Dick and Marilyn are in shadow with the streets of Saint Plotniko alive and twinkling behind them. The Great Plotnik took this photo last night on Twin Peaks, where the city was as clear and shiny as ever before. It was even hot -- no one wore a jacket, unheard of. Due to the unaccustomed absence of wind, the smell of weed was practically overwhelming. Plot felt like he was back on Telegraph Avenue.

It's amazing that Plotnik can write this number, but 45 years ago here is Dick again, in the upper right corner, at The Great Plotnik's 16th Birthday Party. In the other corner is Carolyn Shapiro, on whom Plottie had a terrible crush (and Dick dated later on). In the front, with his arm around Mummy Plotnik is The Great Dweebnik.
Here are Dick and Marilyn (not Carolyn) today. They've been married 39 years. It's wonderful to have them in town. Last night Plot and Duck took them to Ti-Couz for mushroom-onion-almond crepes, and then to Mitchell's, with a stop on Twin Peaks to inhale the resinous breeze, look at the view, I mean. On Valencia Street several hundred people rode by on bicycles with lampshades on their heads.

"I love this city," Dick said.