FROM LYN'S JOURNAL, 1975

	In the hallway, outside his apartment, I heard New Age music.
	I smelled musk-scented candles.  When he opened the door, his
	face was flushed; I knew that he'd just come down from his
	anti-gravity boots....

	We talked about est.  I joked and told him
	I got several things.  I got whatever you get even if
	you're not sure what it is you got or even that you
	got it, then that's what you're supposed to get.

	I also got that he was the kind of person I could share what I
	got with ... even if we weren't sharing it
	in bed.