Church of the Good Earth 1963 and Beyond

Nabor and Stacey.
Don't go and get all bashful on us, now.

Fuckin type! will ya?

Say some thing.

Daryl. ACES!

Cakes, You always ROCK, LARGE.
Ranger, YOU keep us alive.
YES YOU!

Stay the course. -------------------->

Feel the Force.

All of you realign, and get back on the horse.

now

CHARGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I tried to call Chris Wah's number.

God, I hope that he's OK.

Just a machine.

Speaking of Machine!!!!! where is Mister Machine?

 

Train of thought!

Just now called Mr. Machine.

Short. Sweet.

He'll call me back in an hour. Wants to talk.

Just occurred to me, that he lives pretty near Stacey and Nabor. Hour and a half. Much Closer than Florida.
Ah. Duh. Maybe I should hook them UP?
Like Phone.
Do you think?

 

Yay!!! Kenny's Home

Hiya Kennykins.. glad ta see ya

 

I missed YOU.

 

Well my brother, you know I missed you too.

I sheltered you under my wing at Underhouse for a moment, some 40 yrs ago. I think it either changed your life or saved it. You pick.

I do hope to see some posting in here now and then. It's been slow. It's hard to just sit here staring at the same post.

Altho I am very busy lately with my new role as chauffeur driver for my grand daughter and Baby sitter to my great grand son Caden. Samantha just got a job at Micky Ds, Yay!! Good on her, but man o'man it's changing my routine.

Sometimes she works afternoons 11 to 5 and some times she work from 4 till midnight. How did this happen to me...lol.. I love having Caden but I hate the driving. It's like 36 miles round trip to take her to work and back and keep the baby.

He's getting to be a handful for his Nanny. He's a little busy body and is in awe of everything that comes into his vision. He' 7 mos and weighs 23lbs and he is always in perpetual motion. I have to wind my hair up bc he uses it as ropes to pull himself up with or wraps it around his chubby hand and shoves it into his mouth.

All for the good. All for the babies.

I'll be glad when this west nile crap leaves our area and we can go outside and explore the wonders of nature. Plus get a break from the heat that has parched our countryside.

It's seems our planet is renewing itself and we will have to stay strong and unified so we can endure what's to come.

Blessings to all my brothers and sisters may will all live in peace

cakes

 

It's a beautiful Morning here on the farm. It's like 62 outside with a cool breeze coming from the northwest and a light shower has refreshed the air with mosture.

All is still and quite except for a distant Whipperwill calling it's mate.The rainclouds are set in place, like they're waiting for some hidden command to release their glory and let the water fall.

I greet the day with honor, I pledge to make this day and myself better in every way. To be steadfast and do my foremost to accomplish what is put forth for me to achieve.

I ask myself softly, to do all things with love in the most perfect way, for love can only be itself and with love all that is love is mine and whom ever seeks out love be it theirs forevermore.

Bright Blessing to all that travel the path of Love and Light.

 

As I gazed out over the horizon yesterday evening, what a sight I saw. What was this thing coming down the road breathing FIRE, as the black smoke curled around the tall oaks that lined our country road.

Was this some Dragon come to devour us as we sat innocently in our homes. The smoke billowed, blackening the pink sunset.

What kind of monster was this creature with it's black head and a body of fire, leaving a path of destruction as it passed as it came closer and closer, the flames rising high like Hell On Wheels sent a shudder of fear down my spine.

As the beast got closer the, flames got bigger and you could make out a form, like a snake shaking off lightening bolts every 500 feet. Long and black it's red eyes glowing as it hurled fire balls into the dry pastures, where the cattle lay. What new fresh hell was this. Were terrorists upon us., are we under attack??

When I could make out the beast as it drew nearer I could see it was a truck pulling a trailer. The trailer was loaded with several round bales of hay...ON FIRE.. as it skidded down the road a flaming bale would roll off the trailer and into the bar ditch and would start a fire where each one laid.

As far as the eye could see there was a trail of smoke.. The truck came closer and closer.. what the hell.. The flaming truck was headed right for us, right up to our corner.. it turned right in front of us flames leaping 15 feet in the air.

The truck driver slammed to a stop as he came around our corner and the truck/trailer et al slid into our yard behind the barn by the pond. The neighborhood ppl came and we all held fast as the flames shot up and the bales started exploding, shooting balls of fire into the gathering crowd.

911 was on the way, three county fire depts were called.Now the pastures were on fire on two sides of us. and our road was on fire almost to the end of the road to where it curved around the back side of the property.

I'm on the phone again.. Please HURRY, it's spreading. Our yard is burning and the pastures are ablaze. Send HELP NOW.. Their on their way, said the voice on the phone. Just hurry I said and hung up.

As I hung up the phone, I heard the fire turcks coming. They came from every direction. Horns blowing, lights flashing, boots hitting the pavement and hoses drawn out, spraying the burning bales and grass.

15 fire trucks converged on us at once. Police cars, County Trucks and the mounted posse. All I could see was flashing lights and men in coats scurrying around and the flames getting bigger as they tried to break down the burning hay bales, the more they raked the bales the more it burnt.

They had to break down the gate across the road to get to the pasture where the flames were starting to lick up where the cows were. The trucks were now racing through the pasture to save the cattle from certain death.

After about three hours or so, they got the fire out and the road cleared off. The thick smoke blacked out the beautiful pink and red sunset that now looked like a war zone.

No one was injured, we are all safe and sound. A little shaken up but none worse for wear.

I posted some pictures in my gallery if ya wanna take a lookie lou

Bright Blessings and lovins
cakes

 

Wow, Shameless!!! What a horrifying experience! I'm glad it's all over and no one's home was harmed! :love:

 

Good to see you here Aerianne! Hugs

 

Thanks, Ranger! :love:

 

Little Rich. Please contact me. I remember you!!!

 

:seeya: Hey Mouseman,
How's it going brotherman? It's starting to cool off here in ETexas a little bit. Too late for gardening tho' The hot southern sun has taken it's toll and left the land parched and turning to dust.. We didnt get a drop of rain from Issac or from the other one that was a tropical storm.

We'll keep riding this streetcar as long as our ticket is validated..

Bright Blessings to you and Heather.

 

Spacey Dave,

Thanks brother. That's what I knew him as. Little Rich. Thanks for saying the word Little Rich. Now, I totally know that its him and exactly who it is.


COOL.
I was pretty sure.
THX Dave.
:sunny:

 

Where's Mouseman?????

 

oes anybody know a David Brown ? Does anyone know Gypsies real name?

 

I do know we called him Gipsy Dave. PMcoming your way.

 

Check out David Brown on FB at http://www.************/Doghearty and tell me if that is GYPSY. OK

 

Hi. No I'm not Gypsy. But I knew him pretty well. He and I are about the same age. When I got to SF in June of '69, I started living with the Armed Love folks upstairs in the flat on Fell St. Armed Loved, etc. had the top flat and Good Earth had the next one down (more or less). Gypsy was living upstairs as well. I crashed in the living room. Gypsy had his own room. His name was (is) David Dutra. He was from Boston and was some kind of boy genius. He was about 5'2 and a real Bolshevik ball o' fire. Had really long auburn hair and a little Lenin goatee. He loved to taunt me for being "the Bourgeoisie." He always seemed real wired up, chain smoked, had a bunch of nervous tics, always seemed pretty irritable. But he was just a kid (like me). I think Gypsy, Dana, and me were some of the youngest people living there that summer. Early in 1970, Gypsy and I and Ron Winslow were put to managing the Everlovin' Trading Post. Gyspy took on the task of distributing all the undergound newspapers on the Bay side and I was recruited to drive since I still had a legal license. I could go on.....

 

Thanks for the straight stuff David. BTW Did you know David Brown?