I may had driven him, drove a bunch of them.  I do remember that I used to get that aqua green Cadillac with the suicide doors and big fins airborne, hitting those swells where the cross streets entered 14th on the way down to the Kittredge Building at high speeds.  Charnanand would laugh his ass off, but it would suck when he woke me up at 5:30am to play tennis.  I last saw him about twelve years ago or so in upstate NY, when I had dinner with him, tried to gently explain how my inner life had greatly improved since moving on, and handed him a letter/polemic that described my position on the Lord and K.

I did have an interesting 'service' for awhile related to the great souls.  When certain Mahatmas misbehaved and were sent to Denver to await GMJ's divine punishment, my job was to keep them away from the premies and the premies away from them.  There were several humorous scenes that played out.  Once, when I drove Parlokanandji up into the mountains to occupy his time (after he was caught getting a bit too chummy with some attendant devotees in South America), he demanded that I dry his feet after getting them a little wet crossing a stream.  I declined the holy honor, and he went on and on about what a blessing and opportunity it would have been for me.  I suppose I will never know how great my life would have been if I had just listened, oh well.

Yeah, I think I know who are talking about, we were all in love with her.  I heard that she moved to Ireland and subsequently passed away (hope it's not true).  She was a gem.

I truly miss my full-moon Frisbee tosses with Dougie in Cheesman Park.  We instituted a policy of making loud animal noises when catching the Frisbee, especially when there was snow on the ground and it hurt to catch that cold, hard, fast-moving fucker.  We were quite dedicated and punctual for several months though.

I am sure you did not approve when I started the 'Friday Afternoon Club' near-beer parties in my 'space' on the 7th floor, towards the end of the Denver Dynasty, and people were starting to scarily act a little more human.

I was telling that wonderful humanoid OTS over brunch the other day about how I got a call from Joe Gould when he was in his nineties, and I ended up meeting him in Puerto Rico for a few days.  What a guy, amazing and odd character.  You know he was the model for Al Capp's comic character "Joe Btfsplk", the guy that walked around with a cloud perpetually over his head. 

The whole Denver thing during the early 70's was a total freak show, and would have made for such a great sitcom, soooo much material there.

So many exceptional people as I recall, it'd be a hell of a reunion for sure.

big hug to you, M