PEace, what is your favorate memory of the good old days? from the 50's, 60's, 70's? later the tired flower child
What do you wanna hear, Joshua? Tales about Sex, Crime and Rock 'n Roll? Memories are memories and as long, as life isn't ended, there is allways a chance, to top this memories again and again. My personal most favorite memory is'nt from the so called good ol' days, it was topped just 6 years ago, the moment when I held the 1st time my little son in my arms, immediately some seconds after his birth.
Beautiful boy there, Southernman!! My best memories, now and then, are usually about being outside, in nature, with people I love...celebrating freedom and joy in open spaces...wind in my hair, bugs in my teeth (smile!), sunshine in abundance!!!
Cute son you have SouthernMan!! Whenever I leaf back through the pages of my mind, I always remember Spring mornings, full of birdsong, the crisp fresh air with the subtle sweet smell of blooming flowers .. mmmm especially lilacs .. and the only thing reminding me I am in suburbia are the muffled sounds of neighbors lawn mowers off in the distance. Life always seems simpler when I try to see it through my inner child. Reminds me of that quote: "No matter what happens, always keep your childish innocence."
The apple cafe, on the beach in Milford Ct. mid 1970's--- I was 10 yrs old in 1970, so I spent my teen years observing the hippies at the apple. Back then, you could sneak onto their deck right on the beach and the hippies would get you drunk if you were under age. This is where I learned about drugs, rock'n roll, political radicalism. This was my school. There were some wyld tymes there....... Sadly, the place closed in about 1981 after poor management. Later some yuppie moron bought the property and built a big ol' yuppie box to live in. I'd like to bring in all my freak phriends and "take over" his house, and turn it into a nice commune right on the beach....Yah, that'll teach 'em all!!
Well of course my time on the road and as many of you know my time at Earth Peoples Park and the present..being back with my sweetie from that time. I left the Park in 1972 at the age of 14 broken hearted at having to leave the best spot in my world and the sweetest man I had ever met...then again finding him 27 years later and now being married to him..all those times were some of my favorites. And also the time I spent out in Venice beach California when I was 13... thumbed cross country and just grooved the whole way...