When I first moved to Big Sur in 1967, I spent a lot of time at Nepenthe, usually sleeping on the floor of Archie Lee Jone's (then the manager) room as I was gradually absorbed and enriched by the mystery of my magic new home. One of my first friends was Jane Millitich and she lived in one of the funky little "houses" scattered in the oak woods behind the restaurant. I think it was called the plastic house because it had a plastic roof. In Jane's hands it was a space of total loving beauty. I always loved her. We were, are and shall ever be the closest of Being Friends. £