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photograph by Annie Leibovitz, San Francisco Art institute, 1968

and Rolling Stone

Chapter 15

For years, I never really liked nor cared that much for Annie Leibovitz. But later, after we became friends, we had good times now and then.

I remember the day we swam in Lake Temescal above Grizzly Peak in the hills above Berkeley. As we lay down on the raft in the middle of the lake Annie looked me in the eyes and asked, “What do you want from me, Nathan?” 


Some weeks later I drop by her apartment one night with Gary Hawthorne and the three of us drive to North Beach. After a while Gary says he’ll take the bus home and we can use his car. Annie buys a bottle of wine. We walk up one of the steep streets off Broadway and sit close together on the street looking down toward the lights of San Francisco.

A police cruiser drives up the street toward us, Annie leans her head against my shoulder, laughs softly, and hides the bottle from the law as they drive by. Later on, driving by Lombard Street in Russian Hill, she dares me to go up the world’s crookedest street backwards. Of course, I try to do it.

These photos not in book.

  • San Francisco Art Institute, circa 1968.
  • Cyclops trying to capture its prey.
  • Please credit photo to Annie Leibovitz.
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