I found out Club Zayante in the Santa Cruz Mountain had closed. When I got home I researched the Club, which was once of the hottest nightclubs in Central California to learn what happened. I found out the club had closed for financial reasons then burned down. But what I learned about the owner, Tom Louagie intrigued me. He had come out from the east coast on a romantic quest, to find the Cannery Row he had read in Steinbeck. He had the idea of moving there and living a literary dream from the past. He didn't know that that Cannery Row had died when the sardine schools left. He moved up the coast a little to Santa Cruz county, bought a bar and did live music. Later he opened Club Zayante and had a run with one of the most interesting music clubs on the West Coast, in the redwoods under the canopy of stars, near the San Francisco music scene, with a community radio station broadcast greats like Clifton Chenier live from his club. He looked for someone else's romance, which had been dispelled, then created his own.
Like all of us, my life has involved a quest for available means of survival, but it has also simultaneously followed the quest for romance in life, the dictates of conscience and the desire to help others. the interaction of those four things has shaped my life down circuitous paths. My roads less traveled came through plenty to romance, but like Tom I always found my own romance more interesting than someone else's. But life is change, so yesterdays romance needs to be replaced. To have a love affair with life, it has to always be new.
When I was a child I saw on television the bravery of civil rights demonstrators. When I was fourteen and newly arrived in California I read of the students in the Berkeley Free speech movement resisting the system. Mario Savio, one of their leaders said