1967 - A Week of Good Vibes

I stayed with Jeff about a week. Another good friend from high school, Bill, was there too.

Mostly what I remember was that this was a week of good food and conversation.

Jeff had something to do with water pumps for the farmers but I didn't then and don't now understand what he did.

Most memorably He took me to the butcher to buy meat. Chicken I think. Picture a nearly naked, not terribly clean man, loincloth and ragged shirt, sitting cross-legged on a table with his knife held between his toes. He drew the meat across the blade and let each slicet fall to the table (or floor). Naturally there was no refrigeration or sanitation as we know it (and in 1999 in New Delhi I again went to a butcher shop in a local market and found conditions to be much the same).

Eat your meat well done in India.