Seventy years ago a five year old boy stumbled down the stairs from his attic bedroom to greet a new day. He was a very sick little boy: a glass appliance beside his attic bed had been blowing steam into his face all night long. He’d been diagnosed with “double pneumonia” and spent that particular night in a desperate struggle to draw every single breath. His grandfather certainly understood: he’d nearly died in the flu epidemic of 1917. A nurse at his bedside saved him: calling for oxygen as she noted that blue pallor that marks the last stages of a dying man. After passing “that hump”: his grandfather lived on. Then he courted that nurse and he married her! His five year old grandson had passed that hump also. He descended the stairs from his attic bedroom: step after painful step. Once at the bottom he looked left and through an open door saw his father shaving in front of the steamy bathroom mirror. He’s an old man now: approaching “that final hump”. He's greatly consoled by this manuscript: eight books long, all about life spent with his “baby boomer” cohort: trying to recreate the long lost “Garden of Eden”. When he hit the road with his Japanese-American geisha in 1971 the majority of people in his nation didn’t understand what “that new counter culture” was up to, and so: didn’t believe in it! They had a right to be suspicious, but weren’t ultimately right! What his generation wanted was to do was radically modify their own culture to change the planet’s human condition. It couldn’t be done in the 1960’s and 70’s: but many ideas they believed in still color our lives. It’s taken that boy seventy five years to realize he was born in the Garden of Eden. It was there all along: inside La Crescenta, California and wherever else he went, but he never realized it! This humbles him slightly. He went on to study literature and fine art. Generations of writers and artists laid Eden's “on his lap”: Fra Angelico, Michelangelo, Donatello, Durer, Blake, Gauguin, Van Gogh, Renoir, Monet, Manet, Picasso and Matisse. Then modern authors Thomas Wolfe, John Steinbeck, Jack Kerouac, John McPhee and biologist Ed Wilson showed him ways he could describe them. After he hit the road he helped build temporary Edens everywhere: finally: inside a decaying industrial district next to the Los Angeles downtown. In between: a cottage in Manhattan Beach California, a flat and two communal houses inside Berkeley, and one in Seattle, a tiny house deep inside the Redwoods of Mendocino County. His shortest eden: after 2 AM one night at “Esalen” hot springs. He helped build “camping Eden's” on beaches up and down the west coast of mainland Mexico. He found them above the Feather River: camping around Maidu Indian ceremonies. He found them at hot springs near Mammoth California, and several in Oregon. After his first Japanese geisha had to settle: he hit the road to find new ones at a cabin and nearby sauna, and inside the apple picker bars of Okanogan Washington. After that: a couple young Jewish girls showed “their Eden's” deep inside New York City, Bronxville, Long Island, and Manhattan. The most fragile, most biblical Eden's were deep inside Hawaii’s big island: especially two isolated valleys on the northeast end. True jungle Eden's he shared with teenaged “Adams and Eves”: cooking, camping and reproducing: while growing marijuana and dodging the law. Nany of his Eden's were experienced in close proximity to a members of the opposite sex! All listened awhile, and then allowed him to “touch them” to better know “who he was”! He heartily recommends this to females: be pro-active ! Recognize a promising young man by touching him! If you think his pilgrimage important: be personal with him and “own” him awhile! Don’t wait for experience: touch him now!