Groupies...

Not in my past. Although the dancing bears were my generation.




I almost got there in '69. Funny how major changes swing on tiny little hinges. I had no money. Barely a job and there was no room in the car. We lived in an old house. Seems like each room had a person living in it. You paid rent to the guy that lived behind the door off the kitchen. Don't remember his name. Don't know that he really talked to me. The one guy that was my friend, was quite a bit older and he looked out for me. I was in way over my head, most of the time. They all got in the car and were leaving for San Francisco. Noticing the accommodations were getting tight, he took me aside and advised that I stay behind.

I have forgotten his name also, but I trusted him and didn't put up much resistance.

I do know that had I went, I would have never came back. I think that I have always regretted not moving to San Francisco.

I moved out before they all came back.

That was then , this is now. Wish I could drink again. I would be a Parrothead . My first concert was to see Jimmy Buffett sometime in the early 70's. Nowadays he is on my Sirius Satellite radio and my iPod, and my laptop.

Margaritaville, booze in the blender, God's own Drunk, a Hurricane (tall, cool and strong), Tin Cup for a Chalice (fill it up with good red wine). Too bad, but that is the groupie life. Life around booze. All those people only see him at concerts and listen to the songs. They don't know him. I don't know him either, except that he is only 3 years older than me.

I probably wouldn't live in Florida.
Maybe I could live in San Diego or Morrow Bay.

Better yet, Whiskeytown Lake . I could live there.

Wishes...

We all have our stories of old. Probably told by somebody that is long gone. My Uncle was that person. Do you know about the Ship? I have heard about the Ship since my age was in single digits. Mom talked about the Ship. It never had a name, never had a port but it had cargo.

Yes, cargo.

What was the cargo?

Don't know.

Did you ever see the ship?

No.

So, what is so important about this ship?

Well, one day it was going to come in.

In where?

Don't know. Somewhere close so's we could get to the cargo.

You know, when my ship comes in, I can do that. Because if the ship didn't come in there was no way to do that. Whatever "that" was.

I have always held on to that. I knew my ship was out there just beyond the horizon....somewhere. Heading my way.

I just hope this isn't it....

Free food...

Cost of free food has just gone up. I was poking around the community garden this afternoon and gazed upon two signs. One sign said "unauthorized harvesting prohibited".

No stealing the food.

The other sign said that the fine for "Unauthorized Harvesting" is $1,250.

The signs are printed by the county and list a state ORS number. The fine was a hand written add on to the official sign.