We were, needless to say, willing nursemaids. They arrived, John and Yoko, in a beat-up station wagon driven by a former hash dealer they'd picked up somewhere in India. They were both quite emaciated. They were obviously sick. We'd arranged a remote locale for their recovery, in suburban San Mateo County.
Pastel stucco rows of ticky-tacky houses.
Dr. X, a feisty little fireplug of a man, educated in acupuncture in China, took the couple into his household. His two young daughters doubled-up in one room, and the Lennons were given the master bedroom. There they remained in total isolation for two months. We were their umbilical cord with the outside world. Under Dr. X's regimen of herbs, vitamins and precision needle-point, their recovery was swift.