Porter, Owen

Hello Owen, Dave and Erik dropping in on you. We remember so well the wonderful dinner parties and socialising in your magnificent Victorian right on 18th Street across the street from Cala. And of course the wild and crazy nights down along the Miracle Mile. Owen had a gimpy leg, but he overcame that and took his rank right in the vanguard of the Army of Love standing equally with all San Francisco's Bacchanalian heroes of that Golden Age. Nothing held Owen back. He was a dedicated father as well. You were one of the best; everyone who knew you loves you, Mister.