8With the coming of spring I noticed a man working in the garden. While long, shaggy hair and a beard hid much of his face, most of his body was exposed since he usually wore only a pair of shorts cut from faded jeans with a tear in the back revealing a part of his ass, and high-top leather shoes.
At that time of year on warm days I occasionally hitched down the coast to a popular nude beach a half-hour drive south on Highway 1.
The day I met Aldo, a student on his way to San Francisco State dropped me off at Nineteenth Avenue and Holloway, where I was standing with my thumb out when a battered, red Volkswagen convertible pulled over and the driver asked where I was headed.
Devil’s Slide, I replied.
Good. That’s where I’m going. Get in.
I liked the sparkle of his eyes when he turned t
