The Rainbow Lady of Fisherman's Wharf

It was Christmas Eve, 1974, and a girlfriend of mine was supposed to visit from L.A. but she canceled at the last minute. I felt a little upset, so I decided to go for a walk. Everything was closed for the holiday. I lived right off Union Street and I was amazed how quiet San Francisco could be. 70-528 I was crossing a totally deserted street when, out of nowhere, a white Porsche came zooming and barely missed me and caused me to fall down. The guy pulled over and got out and he was real apologetic— and just gorgeous! He said, “Well the least I can do after knocking you off your feet is take you out to dinner.” 70-561 His name was Jeremy Stein and I think he was involved in producing an album Bob Dylan was on. Over dinner, he told me he had just read a really cool article in The Chronicle about a commune in Scotland called Findhorn. Just hearing that name, something resonated deep in my soul, HP0-P13 and I found myself telling him, “I don’t know what this place is about, but I know I’m going to go there by the end of next year.”

Volz is a force. From my first encounter with her short fiction I knew she would be a writer whose work I would seek out. While her craft and imagination shine in her fiction endeavors, here she masterfully tells a true tale. She has an uncommon breadth of abilities.

What a great story. It took her a while to settle in to telling it, but it's worth sticking through to the end.