I like to tell people I was born in the "Summer of Lust" in 1968-- one year before Woodstock and the "Summer of Love." Anyway, by 1969, my parents were too busy to be hippies. They did have a fine forest green VW bus and my mother rarely wore shoes, but they spit-bathed us on Sundays for Methodist church services or whatever church they were "shopping" at the time. My father was a tow truck driver and hardworking mechanic who always wore shoes. We watched "Wild Kingdom" with Marlin Perkins and went water skiing on the Willamette River on weekends & ate casseroles & tomato soup and enjoyed indulgent picnic lunches of 'Kentucky Fried' on sunny summer afternoons.
It wasn't until college at the University of Oregon -- a spring day, I think, in about 1992, that I finally got to be in the same room with my hippie writer prankster idols. Ken Kesey's "Sometimes a Great Notion" is still one of my favorite novels of all time. Hunter S. Thompson's "The Edge" still gives me chills. Check out this animation. Seriously. "There were no helmets on that night.....The Edge is still out there."
Well, maybe it was something about the warm spring air today that made me think of another fine spring day & youth and all that & brought to mind this narrative poem hanging out in a drawer. Thought I'd share.
Waiting For Our Heroes To Arrive
Finally, over an hour past go time,
That night is flawless, tense,
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