poor_old_dad
01-08-2005, 07:20 PM
I promised to tell the story of my friend Rick and tell ya'll (some) of our adventures. So pull up a chair, here goes. Smoke 'um if you got 'um, just don't forget to pass 'um.
Peace,
poor_old_dad
CHAPTER 1 - BEGINNINGS
Ok, here we go. Well, let's see. Where to start? I guess the best or at least most often used starting point is the beginning. But, you see dear gentle reader, we've already run into a problem. The foggy mists of time have indeed shrouded that beginning. Or to put it another way, I can't remember when or where I met Rick. Oh, I can remember when I didn't know him, and I can remember when I already knew him and we were doing things together. I didn't know him when I entered 10th grade (Sept. '63). I graduated June '65, Rick graduated a year earlier. Our friendship had started when I was in the second quarter of college(Feb. '66). By the summer of '66, our friendship had grown and we were our having adventures all along the middle gulf coast.
Now let me tell you a few, introductory, things about Rick. He is a male, caucasian, only child; born, raised, and lived all his life in Mobile County, Alabama. Rick is not, never has been, a hippie. [There are many threads among these forums about "What is a hippie". For my purposes here, I'll use my definition: A hippie is not defined by length of hair, type of cloths, musical taste, lifestyle, career choices or a certain set of beliefs, nor are they trouble making, non-bathing, non-working, societal parasites. Some hippies have some of these characteristics, but that is also true for people who are non-hippies. My definition is simply this: If you think you're a hippie and other hippies think you're a hippie, then you are one. Thirty something years ago, I did a survey as research for a college term paper. I asked, "What is a hippie?". One lady answered, "They're these young people going around, always carrying books." We were across the street from the campus. I'm getting off subject ...]
What Rick is, or has been over the years, is a capitalist, salesman, mechanic (mostly motorcycle), an artist (painting again, mostly motorcycles), a husband and father. He is clearly very bright. He has a great sense of humor, he can tell a good joke and enjoys hearing a good joke, but mostly he has a quick, sharp wit that he uses to deliver his view points. He is also the most consistantly lucky person I've ever known. How many people do you know who while riding a motorcycle, have hit a moving train, and not only survived, but managed to ride the bike home? What Rick is, and has been over the years, is a true friend.
Peace,
poor_old_dad
CHAPTER 1 - BEGINNINGS
Ok, here we go. Well, let's see. Where to start? I guess the best or at least most often used starting point is the beginning. But, you see dear gentle reader, we've already run into a problem. The foggy mists of time have indeed shrouded that beginning. Or to put it another way, I can't remember when or where I met Rick. Oh, I can remember when I didn't know him, and I can remember when I already knew him and we were doing things together. I didn't know him when I entered 10th grade (Sept. '63). I graduated June '65, Rick graduated a year earlier. Our friendship had started when I was in the second quarter of college(Feb. '66). By the summer of '66, our friendship had grown and we were our having adventures all along the middle gulf coast.
Now let me tell you a few, introductory, things about Rick. He is a male, caucasian, only child; born, raised, and lived all his life in Mobile County, Alabama. Rick is not, never has been, a hippie. [There are many threads among these forums about "What is a hippie". For my purposes here, I'll use my definition: A hippie is not defined by length of hair, type of cloths, musical taste, lifestyle, career choices or a certain set of beliefs, nor are they trouble making, non-bathing, non-working, societal parasites. Some hippies have some of these characteristics, but that is also true for people who are non-hippies. My definition is simply this: If you think you're a hippie and other hippies think you're a hippie, then you are one. Thirty something years ago, I did a survey as research for a college term paper. I asked, "What is a hippie?". One lady answered, "They're these young people going around, always carrying books." We were across the street from the campus. I'm getting off subject ...]
What Rick is, or has been over the years, is a capitalist, salesman, mechanic (mostly motorcycle), an artist (painting again, mostly motorcycles), a husband and father. He is clearly very bright. He has a great sense of humor, he can tell a good joke and enjoys hearing a good joke, but mostly he has a quick, sharp wit that he uses to deliver his view points. He is also the most consistantly lucky person I've ever known. How many people do you know who while riding a motorcycle, have hit a moving train, and not only survived, but managed to ride the bike home? What Rick is, and has been over the years, is a true friend.