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- Publication Date: June 14, 2016
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- Language: English
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In the late 1970s, I was living in my hometown of Mill Valley, CA, where he also resided. I was probably about twenty years old, and working part time at a drugstore in town to support my horse while attending college.
Michael Bloomfield would come into the store periodically to pick up prescriptions at the pharmacy. He would unfailingly gaze across the aisles to where I stood behind the register and smile at me. The owner told me he was a famous musician, but I had never heard of him.
I began to deliver prescriptions to his home, always parking at the bottom of that steep, "treacherous driveway" and walking up for exercise. One day he said to me,
"I have a friend with a pool. We could go swimming."
He did NOT mention that he was an excellent swimmer! :)
Regrettably, I had to decline, for I had a serious boyfriend. If I had been able to, I would have gone out with him, for I liked him, not as a celebrity, but as a PERSON. He impressed me as sweet, kind, vulnerable, intelligent... and perhaps needy.
He was clearly not in good shape, overweight with a bloated face and disheveled hair. My heart went out to him. I never looked, or thought of looking, at his prescriptions. That was not my business.
When I read about his death in the San Francisco Chronicle, I was sad. Michael Bloomfield touched something in me.