In the late seventies I answered an add in the newspaper, "looking for glass blowers". That's when I met Jeff, Kay, and Peter Boyle (master glassblower). I remember going into Satori, then going upstairs into this controlled chaos atmospher (Black dragon). it was there where I met my first real hippie, Jeff Pyfer! Long red hair, huge mustache. Sorry jeff , but that was my impression! Jeff paid Peter Boyle to teach me the art of glassblowing, and set me up with all the equipment to go into business for myself! All he asked in return was to give him a good price! That's when I met Jeff the businessman, the negotiater, the deal maker. my impression, Jeff the hippie quickly dissapeared. I will miss our late night negotiation I will miss sitting on the top deck, not listening to the music! I will miss seeing you and Erica walking together at the farmers market I will miss you my friend Jeff and Kathy loos