Allen Ginsberg in the Living Room
I also feel lucky to have had parents who would appreciate the world Ginsberg lived in.
A lot of people have heard "Allen Ginsberg":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen_Ginsberg read his poetry--and many, like myself, have his recordings on their iPods. But how many people can say that they peeked through the banister as a child and saw him holding court in their own living room?
I turn 50 this month and feel blessed that when I was a young child (maybe six years old?) Ginsberg joined my parents at our ramshackle Victorian home for an after-party after his reading at the local community college. Strangely (or not so strangely), I don't remember this at all--but I have been told by my father (bless his recently departed soul) that Ginsberg was a kind and generous soul. I've watched tapes of him since (and actually was lucky enough to see him once read in person myself) and see him with a softer heart, knowing he had spent time as a visitor in my home.
I also feel lucky to have had parents who would appreciate the world Ginsberg lived in. These encounters in some mysterious way seem to tie us to a larger world in some intimate way. Hallelujah!