Eric gave me his biography when I was a kid and it was something about his being one of the "Lord's of Flatbush" back in New York before he came to the promised land of the Northern California Bay Area to pursue the life of a liberated flower child. The illustration here is a simple cartoon of the way he looked during most of the time when he was most active in my life and my mother's. I could mention that he had a total ban on any photo's being made of himself and that he still lives in Berkeley and has begun sporting the total head shave look. He is an active member of the National Rifle Association and probably still keeps his Walther PPK hung on a few nails under his bed frame.
He pioneered the Hippy rock poster collectible scene and is making a pretty nice piece of change from his guide to collectors that he sells. He used to have a large number of the original posters that he picked off of the telephone poles and community bulletin boards when they were originally hung.
I accidentally brought him into our lives when I was 10 years old and wandering around the street fair that was Telegraph Avenue in the late 60's and 70's and continues to the present in Berkeley California. My mother was working as a vendor, selling her crafts, tyrying to support herself, and her two children, my sister Viola and myself, when Eric met me while I was walking around the University of Berkeley campus, looking for something interesting.
Eric was reclining on the steps of Sproul Hall and holding court with a fairly large group of coeds and I took him to be one of the amusing characters who performed for handouts that I was getting free entertainment from. He stopped his talk as the students dispersed for classes and turned his attention solely on me. He halted me when I tried to leave and began asking me questions about myself. He became very excited when I made a remark about my mother and sister being devoted to Indian affairs. He said "You have a sister?" and "How old is she?"
I was naive about the significance of his interest and questions and agreed easily when he asked if I would take him over to meet my Mom and sister.
Within a few weeks he was my 15-year-old sister's boyfriend and eventually got our father to grant him consent to marry her after they left with her as a runaway from her custodial parent, our mother.
He then later used her to bring young girls whom she was hired to be a nanny for over to his home in Berkeley where he molested them.
He is an old fashioned peace and love hippy who likes to talk to strangers and waitresses and he is looking for "furries" and women who are "shy" and are "leaving the porn business" on the meet-up boards.
