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Here it is, the image that brought several hundred folks into the world of digital anoymous cash.

It was at The People's Café on Haight Street (near the corner of Ashbury Street) that I began to write my first book, at least until Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead passed on. Then the Haight-Ashbury - usually a zoo of the colorful and the bizarre - became absolutely overwhelmed with the unwashed and the unruly. I fled across "the pond" on a three month trip to Eivissa and Gran Canaria.