“How do you go to Haight and Ashbury?’ I asked a shopkeeper once.
‘With a gun’, said the man.
The conversation flashed across my mind as I looked at the snub nosed gun pointed at my head by the bum. The bum I had been kind enough to rustle up a meal for even though it was past closing time. I reached for the cash register as I wondered why I opened a vegetarian restaurant in this neighbourhood. Just then …”