It was late April, 1989. I was 2 ½ months into a 6 month journey. My friend Connie and I had decided to return to India for a good, long soaking in it’s mysterious juices. For me this era was one of painful shedding of old attachments as my dearest friend, Joe Don, had died unexpectedly in a motor-cycle accident the previous September. (Actually “friend” doesn’t quite capture our relationship. It was so much more. Don’t you think there should be a more extensive
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