I will be fifty nine years old on October the fifth this year. Five point nine decades of intermingling with all of you.
My early childhood was during the remnants of the 1950’s. Johnny Cash, James Dean, muscle cars and drive-in restaurants.
A time when society was changing from the gospel, blue grass and country & western music to rock & roll and R & B.
To quote Bob Dylan, “The Times They Are (were) A Changing”.
A time where moonshine and hootenannies became marijuana and LSD.
A period of worldwide transformation. Wars fought for and lost. Freedom for human’s of colour (in a FEW countries). Equal rights for all (in a FEW countries).
My teenage life was forever in and out of flux. Many, many foster homes, many unearned miseries and many well earned ones.
I remember the day I first met my oldest brother, Ernie. When I first laid eyes on him, he lay sleeping upon his bed. Exhausted from his return from Woodstock. I fondly remember thinking how much he resembled Jesus, with his long dirty blonde hair and beard.
That was the moment I decided that I was to become a hippie.
I bought my first vinyl lp “After The Gold Rush by Neil Young ” – followed by “Tumbleweed Connection by Elton John “
And I grew my hair, bought my first pair of Levi’s 501 jeans and a hookah.
And a bag of Acapulco Gold cannibis sativa. Oh, and I developed a love for LSD and Mescaline.