Dead Boy (Short Story) - 1/14/2015 11:49:28 AM
That took me on a ride down memory lane! You are damned lucky to have (not) been to that festival at just the right time. My chance to see Janis in the People's Park in San Jose was thwarted when my date for the day, Beverly, a nurse from Saskatoon, got bored and made me take her home before the final act. And, in August 69, I recall picking up two chick hippies (14 and 15?) out of Vancouver on Canada 1. They were from Winnipeg… Perhaps you knew them… Tough girls. I was headed to Prince George and they declined to ride with me, having to get home. In the summer of 66, I was the driver of a parent's Pontiac station wagon carrying two canoes to northern Wisconsin for a canoe trip. That was some boat… smooth.
Since I was from Wisconsin I didn't drink beer, and since I was older, and a bit wiser, I didn't partake of any of the weed or other stuff that was readily available to me in California. So I can't relate your daze on those four days where I would've heard every song with the vibrations enough for me. Never used Nodoze either, only coffee on cross-country trips with drives as long as 22 hours with two hours to sleep on the ground because I couldn't in a 61 Sprite sitting up.
Never been to New Orleans, neither… Those were the days…
Ron
Florida Sweets (Short Story) - 3/3/2007 8:38:54 AM
Sounds like you have rode the tractor. I'd like to hear more.
Jack
All as We are Toold (Poetry) - 12/13/2014 11:02:50 PM
same with poetic thought, only the bold can see through the banality of hellish thoughts ...
All as We are Toold (Poetry) - 12/9/2014 12:16:07 PM
Only the bold dare not to do what they are told. The rest are known as Sheeple.
Ron
All as We are Toold (Poetry) - 12/9/2014 11:22:21 AM
interesting John,
thanks for sharing
Peace be with you.....Merry Christmas
Welcome To The Den
William
Oh Be City (Poetry) - 11/27/2014 9:23:22 AM
A telling tirade of our eating times! Bon Appétit!
Ron
Baby Birth (Poetry) - 3/1/2007 12:33:01 PM
Wow this is just splendid. When we write exactly the way we want and how we exactly feel then we all can relate or feel it. it is always an indeed pleasure to read your poetry especially ones with so much meaning and easy to understand. Keep writing and nevaer stop. Love Aleja Bennett.
