A Hippie

There are times, in my very long past...that I wish I could have gone the far out way...you know, become 'A Hippie'... thing is, I wouldn't do drugs...not my thang...did like most all other parts of that life...BUT, I had to have some moolah to survive...so a commune was out...still had this long vested version of playing hoops...a hippie doesn't play hoops...thus, went to college to 'find' myself...there were a few hippies in the school I went to...but, dang, the Vietnam War was over there...and them cats seemed to get drafted quicker than the normal people...there you go Horse, saying the Hippies weren't normal...well, they weren't...you see, I had the long hair, wore the the dyed t's...wore the funked up Levi's...loved the music...CSN, Thunderclap Newman, the Doobies, and well, most all of 'em...it was and is, a cool sound...

On the other side of that era, was this time that was all about growing up...before war...at least for moi...the music carried my early life...I relied on it...as much as when I made me very own crystal radio...to hear what I wanted...the Everly Brothers, the on going fight between Pat Boone and Elvis, Johnny Tillotson, The Platters, well, the Groups, the Doo Wops, Bobby Darin, lots...and over my years, I have seen many in concert...

Well now, get this, we are about to venture into that land of yesteryear...up in Pechanga...via Cosmo...we are going to go see the legendary Frankie Avalon!...along with Fabian...and some other dude I don't recall...WOW!...talk about going back in time...told Boss she had to wear some bobbie socks and a poodle skirt...and I will adorn some hiked up Levi's, with a tee shirt, that has a pack of Marlboro's in the arm...with greased back hair....

Venus!