The cream splattered down the building and onto the reveling crowd. The Great Phallus Of Van Ness began to droop. The jaunty angle sank, and it became flaccid, hanging from the window, slowly drooling white. Then it withdrew from sight, slowly but inevitably. The window was shut.
Cheers rang out in the cool night air, made warm by the presence of so many joyful people.
Thunderous applause and deafening praise vibrated the window glass behind my back, as the utterly beaten police officers regained control of their paralyzed bodies, and slunk away in total defeat. It was a time of transcendental hedonism. How utterly wonderful it was to have been able to have seen the San Francisco at the peak of the Gay Era.