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SS wrote me an e-mail yesterday mentioning Janis Joplin. Seeing her name there reminded me of an afternoon I had completely forgotten about:

A long time ago I was in San Francisco trying to romance an unattainable Russian goddess. Naturally that didn't succeed but I certainly tried. One day we went for lunch to a place called Tommy's Joint which is famous for serving buffalo meat everything. It was packed and we got the last available table. About halfway through our buffalo burger meal, I heard a smoky woman's voice ask timidly, "Do you mind if we sit here?" I looked up. It was Janis Joplin and Big Brother his very own self. Gulp. We said sure. They had a huge pitcher of beer, were completely friendly, and generous with their suds. We sat for about an hour talking with them and as God is my witness, they were both just folks.