Looking Back at Berkeley 1968
Chapter 44 of CC
Mark is shopping on Shattuck Avenue in Berkeley. It has a large parking lot, which means he can drive there. The hippy revolution has not reached Shattuck yet. It looks like the downtown main street of any small city in America circa 1940’s or 50’s. Not far from the supermarket is a Walgreen’s, a Lane Bryant, and a tall men’s shop.In spite of Marks’ political leanings, he can’t forego Twinkies and Devil Dogs, traif to those religiously opposed to processed food, but a comfortable reminder of home.In recent years, despite the tension, bordering on animosity, between him and his father, home is still a good thing in his heart.
While, by the standards of Great Neck, Mark looks like a bum, he showers every day, and carefully brushes his teeth so that they remain pearly white. His hair is longish and scruffy.He cuts it himself with a hair-thinning scissor.He has a blonde mustache, and most days, a two-day growth. But by comparison, his unkempt appearance is hugely different from the Telegraph Avenue regulars.His Levis are worn thin and soiled, but not filthy. His wrinkled tee shirt is Tide detergent clean. He puts on a fresh one daily after a shower.Though successful in conveying he is not from the North Shore of Long Island he cannot hide the features he shares with CC, his handsomeness, which gets him looks even in Berkeley.
At the supermarket he picks up chopped meat, hot dogs, spaghetti, Heinz ketchup, Gulden’s mustard, Best Food mayonnaise (Hellman’s California brand), and all the accouterments he is used to at home. Although at restaurants he douses his salad in oil and vinegar, in his apartment he still prefers his wedge of iceberg lettuce, topped with Russian dressing, a poor man’s simple combination of ketchup and mayonnaise in no particular ratio.
He has always been an adventurous eater.Like many college towns, Berkeley has a huge assortment of cheap, good, ethnic restaurants.Mexican, Indian, Indonesian, Spanish, Szechuan and Cantonese, Italian, Thai,Brazilian.He’s tried all of themFortunately he has an iron stomach. Not just for the restaurant food, without knowing what the ingredients are, a whiff of street food and he is an eager customer, afterwards licking his fingers to extract every last bit of flavor.
Mark has reached campus.
But, it hasn’t sunk in.
He
A hundred feet away, a crowd of students has gathered.
Then someone produces an American flag and puts his Bic lighter to it.
It makes him sad.
The sentiment went far beyond the Lone Ranger’s heroics.
Burning the flag isn’t sitting right. Okay Kennedy and Johnson made a mistake about Viet Nam.
He decides burning his draft card was an empty gesture.
In medical school he arranged the teach-ins against the war. Called the speakers. He chartered the buses to bring them all to Washington for the Pentagon march. Attended by something like 800 people, Mark made the introduction to Ben Spock,
Spock had a remarkable persona.
Afterwards, he wanted to kick himself for his stupidity.
But she got it right.
As a senior in medical school he had plenty of time.
The health career program was unusually successful.
He didn’t give himself credit for being a capable administrator.
So Mark was anything but a radical.
He took pride that he did a lot of charitable things privately, proving to himself that his desire to perform good deeds wasn’t only driven by his need for the limelight. As a child, when he had a powerful belief in God (or, at least, a desire to believe) he was inspired by one of
So he wasn’t a radical.
All of
He’s a phony.
“Me!”
That’s what the psychotic patients at Bronx State do.
Okay he isn’t a phony. In the end his internal standards matter, which means he is “self directed,” a good quality according to many articles he has read on self esteem.
Or do they not believe something different from what they say?
Why? For what reason? So he can score with Mom?
Finally Mark is able to be easier on himself with a generalization that’s true. Guys need to win.
The damn’ Yankees-five straight championships.
Jay and the other Yankee fans can’t come close to the joy of Dodger fans when they finally won. Joy?
Mark never stoops that low. Why else is he in Berkeley?
The only real question is why his bosses
Or is he?
Jay likes their father. He respects him.
Suddenly a saying from Muhammad Ali pops up in his
mind:
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”
He opens his
eyes, looks up at the ceiling, smiles.
Just before his consciousness disappears into sleep, another Ali quote seizes his mind.
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