Robinson Moving – the years we "Rode the Eagle"

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I started a delivery service to earn money when I was in San Francisco City College (CCSF). It grew over a 5 year period into a charmingly notorious trucking company for the interior design trade.

We all smoked pot, cigarette, drank too much and snorted a bit of cocaine when we had it. Back in those days San Francisco was flush with drugs. Every party had pot--during the 1970's it was commonplace. For a while we had a tank of laughing gas (nitrous oxide) in the office and one of the employees lived with a cocaine dealer. One day we learned his roommate had been shot dead over a coke deal...

As my partner Steve Cursi said "We rode the Eagle" - and it was a hell of a ride...memories so intense that up to 15 years later I sometime found myself back there in my dreams. In these dreams I would discover that Steve had reopened Robinson Moving, or that it had never really died. I was always surprised that this was so and helped out with moving whatever needed to be done. Often we would drive into the night with a strange crew of men, Steve directing the company...as I puzzled how it could be...how could Robinson Moving still exist, or did it exist only in some other dimension or parallel universe? Yes, it still lives on in another universe. I know it does.