Commune Sabra

It’s not the plant, or the brand of hummus. I’m using sabra in the same sense as the Israelis here, to mean “born there.” And although my Mom was Jewish, I was not born in Israel. So “commune sabra” then means what it sounds like: born on the commune, not in a hospital, and delivered by a midwife. The place is still there. The times I’ve been in California, I never tried visiting. There were people there in the ‘80s who still remembered my parents... and me. I was less than a year old when everything happened. They were happy to hear that I was alive and well in upstate New York- and one guy said how cool! so close to Woodstock sorry dude, Woodstock is about 3-4 hours from Tupper Lake if the weather’s ok; it’s actually quicker to get to Woodstock from NYC. Anyway, I finally knew which parent was killed back in the sixties (thanks to that same conversation- it was a mystery that I was glad to get closure about) and the other one hadn’t been seen around there since before that phone call (pre 1981). So if I do stop by when I make it back to Cali it would just be for photos most likely, and to maybe feel and take in the energy of the place. I wouldn’t seriously expect anyone there to still be aware of who I was. No telling how long it would take either; when I do get back my destination would be north of SF Bay Area, so at least a full day’s drive for someone who Can drive!