IT has COME to MY ATTENTION...

That many posters here seem to be just old farts, ummm, hippies, maybe? Maybe NOT, BUT IF you grew up in those wonderful years of mind expansion, this is the thread 4 U. By photographs (posted) and personal emails/conversations with MANY of you folks, I feel QUITE A FEW of us FALL into this category (grew up in the mid 60's to mid '70s ;). If that is YOU, then let it be known! Whether you were stud or just plain cool, man ====>>> Sound OFF!!

i was so cool it was disgusting!!! Spent the summer of love in the Haight--baked bread with the Diggers and fed folks in the park--helped start the 1st tenant owned housing co-op in California--(still there--8 units on Channing way in Berkely thats worth a hell of lot more the the 65000 we paid for it!!!)--built speakers for the Grateful Dead"s "Wall of Sound"--met Osley--and i remember when Alice Waters hired all those organo freak hippies to work with her!!!--was a regular customer at "Smokey Joe's" in Bezerkly--(the worlds best Vegitarian Greasy Spoon!)--and was the first person in my home town to become a real honest to gosh "Hippie" and spend 7 years living out of a backpack! and ended up reading metaphysics in The Med on Telegraph ave with a Latte--"Far Out!!"--- Peace,man!---oh--then i got two kids

i'm too old to rock and roll
and too young to die.

Started playing in my first band in 1968......we called it Liquid Gold. We were able to usually get an overhead projector which we put on stage with a pan of oil and water on it for a light show. The rhythm guitarist had just returned from Vietnam 2 weeks before-----and never talked about it the whole time I knew him. The year before I had gone to my first concert-----Iron Butterfly at a youth center. I spent most of the concert standing at the stage enjoying the music, and the next two days saying "what?" when someone spoke to me. I had 2 Nehru shirts I wore to parties. I hid my copy of Abbie Hoffman's book "Steal this Book" in my school locker until----someone stole it! My bedroom had a hand painted and traced picture of Led Zeppelin's first album cover, painted with florescent paint and lit by a black light in my room. That's where I went to listen to the Fugs and the Dead on headphones so my parents would not hear it.

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Originally posted by EdSails

Started playing in my first band in 1968......we called it Liquid Gold. We were able to usually get an overhead projector which we put on stage with a pan of oil and water on it for a light show. The rhythm guitarist had just returned from Vietnam 2 weeks before-----and never talked about it the whole time I knew him. The year before I had gone to my first concert-----Iron Butterfly at a youth center. I spent most of the concert standing at the stage enjoying the music, and the next two days saying "what?" when someone spoke to me. I had 2 Nehru shirts I wore to parties. I hid my copy of Abbie Hoffman's book "Steal this Book" in my school locker until----someone stole it! My bedroom had a hand painted and traced picture of Led Zeppelin's first album cover, painted with florescent paint and lit by a black light in my room. That's where I went to listen to the Fugs and the Dead on headphones so my parents would not hear it.

Slum Goddess From the Lower Eastside, perhaps?

oh, wow..
hubster was in a band called the odyssey who played at the cafe wha in nyc, i was a stage mgr at rutgers
dealing with a bunch of actors who dropped acid for the production
of marat/sade, lived in an urban commune called doors' open, wrote for an
underground paper called do it, protested in wa while others were in woodstock
and that's all i'm gonna say about that.

No....this was in SoCal. We practiced in a place called the Olive Avenue Recreation Center in Burbank. We had Tuesdays and Thursdays. Some group called the Doors had Mondays and Wednesdays. I heard they were pretty good-----wonder whateve happened to them

Xannie....come on------dish!

I busted out laughing when I saw this thread because I was giving my son the 'don't do drugs' talk earlier today.
I didn't tell him my short time with 'herbs' hahahaha
I haven't smoked in..gosh...20 yrs or so.My Bro-in-law does all the time and it stinks like skunk piss to me.
I can even remember on time way back when, 1975-1976 or so...chewing up morning glory seeds...suppose to give a natural high....NOT..didn't do a thing for me.
UP WITH POT....DOWN WITH WAR !!!! hahahha

i wouldn't trade a nanosecond of my life from 1965 to 1972
for anything in the world. of course, anything past 72 is a
sweet blur. when i finally came through the fog in 1980,
i was faced with alan parsons project and headed for the
deep east texas woods.

Hippie ???

Druggie ???

How do they balance ???

John

I played electric guitar in a band named the Phsycadelic People in 1964. I was six! We won two talent contests in Wilmette IL. We only did about five songs, one i remember was the jingle from the Polaroid Swinger commercial. "meet the Swinger, the Polaroid Swinger"... I still have a bunch of guitars. When i was eleven i started a 12 year run racing Motocross which was pretty successful. My brother became a full time drummer/musician in both Memphis and Chicago areas, again pretty successful. He passed away in 1996 from a rocker's lifestyle at age 40. Now at 48, life for me is very uneventful compared to what it was. I "used to be cool" but now i'm not!

Love your music,

But I'm about a decade and a half after your generation

My generation was all about



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and

In the sixtys I was heavely on grass, sun up untill sun down couldn't get enough of it. It's golf I'm talking about. Myself and a few buddies had a goal to play on every private course that we could. We would sneek on at dawn and try to beat the greenskeepers. We did get caught a few times but only arrested once, trespassing. Other friends use to make fun of us they were into that 60s culture but we spent a lot lees time in court than they did. Chow Jim

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John

John--i dont have the poster--but my brother still has the tickets i gave him when the band i was working with at the time got a gig that paid so well we couldnt turn it down--so-- i gave my briother the tickets i had---by the time he got there it a "Free Concert" so he kept them---a while back when i was back home helping out before my dad died, he said-"Hey look in that box on the dresser"---there they were--and still are.

Wow you guys kill me.
Nope I wasn't a part of that!
Oh wait, I am of that age aren't I? I don't remember too much of that era. Now what was I doing that left such a blank in my memory banks?

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Originally posted by wheregreggeats.com

Hippie ???

Druggie ???

How do they balance ???

Hippies really did want to change the world---and there is plenty of evidence that they DID!---druggies want to escape it!--and still do.--and most most druggies die or go to jail--most hippies got off the "Drugs", had kids, got jobs,paid taxes and VOTE!

I was a member of Hog Farm. I remember feeding beans and rice to all the hungry riff-raff at Woodstock, Devonshire Downs and Lewisville.

SEX,DRUGS and ROCK and ROLL

WAR IS NOT HEALTHY FOR CHILDREN AND OTHER LIVING THINGS

PEACE, LOVE, DOVE

MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR

Two old phrases come to mind.

"If you can remember the 60's, you didn't have any fun"

"If you can remember the 60's, you weren't doing them right"

And a more recent one I heard - "If you can remember the 60's, you didn't inhale"


I was a child of the 60's and loved most of it, wouldn't change anything, at least I don't think so, what were we just talking about?

Going to Baskin Robbins and freaking out about trying to figure out what kind of ice cream you wanted, and then they wanted you to make a decision about what kind of cone you wanted - sugar or waffle, or did you want it in a cup, all the while sombody would be frustrating the hell out of the soda jerk, by asking to get a taste of another flavor, using those little pink spoons. Then all of a sudden deciding you really didn't want ice cream, you wanted a burger, or was it pizza, wait let's go get another beer, oh S*** I really am craving oreo's and ketchup, all the while your friends want something else, but theyt don't know what it is they want, and anyway they are giggling and laughing too much to be of any help anyway, except for one of your friends is suddenly really paranoid - and just wants to go home and hide behind the curtains, peeking outside every once in awhile because they are certain the cops are coming. But in the mean time, somebody has to straighten up enough to get another friend to Dunkin Donuts and get huge quantities of orange juice into them because they are having a bad trip.

I was fortunate to participate in a number to the defining events of our generation, lots of concerts and music festivals, including Woodstock, the Goose Lake International Music Festival, Blossom Music Center, etc. attending Kent State University in May of 1970, and two tours in SEA , a vacation courtesy of Uncle Sam. All of things helped define who I am. I am still most comfortable in old levis, and either a denim shirt, an oversized T-Shirt, or something like a Pendelton, don't much care for shoes, would rather wear sandals - although I do wear cowboy boots most of the time when I am working outside, wear a red or blue bandana as a do-rag when I am working outside - under my straw cowboy hat in the summer time, and a 3x beaver hat in the colder months.

Lived on Fell street in San Fransisco,in a cold, dark 8 or nine room warren, with a number of people, none related, after the SUMMER OF LOVE. By then it was not all peace,love,dove, a lot of heavy duty drugs, bikers, pushers, violence - but still an occassional feeling of harmony.

Dug the MC5 and the Sinclair boys and their White Panther Party - Ann Arbor was a trip. DYLAN was DYLAN, and the Charlatans set the tone for the music to come - Hot Tuna was hot, Lydia Pense cooked with Cold Blood.

I have been told that grass was something you smoked, not a lawn to be cut - weed was not something you killed. Domestic dope sold for 60 bucks a kilo (2.2LBS), mexican and/or panama red was better, and if that Hawaiian stuff was available maui wowie, then you needed to score some. A lid/3fingers was a weighted oz., and god forbid if it was full of stems and seeds. That maybe the reason blenders were popular non-kitchen used appliances Most of the stuff was skunk anyway, or so I read, if it was domestic, but I guess it was only 10 to 15 bucks for a weighted oz., yet remarkably, a joint usually cost a buck, a price that would hold for a number of years, acccording to un-verified sources/ The stuff today is 10 times more potent in its' THC content,,and definately much more of a hallucinogenic. Bong water, so I am told, tasted like crap. I heard about people that actually cooked and baked things using maryjane as an ingredient, I was told that make stuffing for poultry with cannibas sativa as a main ingredient, or make chili and spaghetti sauce with ganja as a stable.And would you believe that I actually red about people putting dope into their cookie dough, or horrors of horrors I heard tell that folks would desecrate that very noble of desserts, the innocent brownie, by mixing into the batter, a green, leafy vegatable matter, believed to be MJ. I do wish I had never read about, nor heard anything about the information contained in this paragraph. And I am ashamed of myself for passing on what has to be untruths, lies, urban myths, gossip, etc. to you good people. But I guess that is why they called dope - dope. It all sounds so stupid, so dopey, If I must say so myself.

Wasn't all rosy though, either in 64 or 65, some good ole teenage boys didn't like the length of my hair, nor my black Beatle boots,so they decided to bushwack me and give me a proper haircut. In the ensuing struggle, they did manage to get a chunk of hair from me, and also cut my arm up pretty good, it took 50 stitches to close the wound. I was able to get away, and ended up doing the 100 yard dash in abot 50 yards in order to get away. Also was hassled by school officals because of my hair, they established a whole new grooming policy based upon the length of my and several of my friends hair. Fortunately, I was a fair to middlin athelete, so they did give me a bit of slack. I mean this was Ohio in the 60's, the highschool football mecca of America, the Canton/Massillon area, where kids were recruited from the West Virginia and Pennsylvania coal mining and mill towns, and houses and jobs were givien to their parents and financial subsidies were provided by local "supporters", so even a semi-stud athelete was granted some leave to dance to a different drummer, as long as they showed up and kicked on Friday night.

I am a child of the 60's, and survived, just as the children of of 50's, 40's 30's, 20's did, as will the children of today, although I am not so certain about the children of the 80's, as in my humble opinion most of their music sucks.

But now I am just another old fart. But by god we had great music.

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But by god we had great music.

Our whole family would sit for dinner at six every night. My dad, the lawyer, was never so funny as the night when my little sister and I mixed marijuana into the brownies.

What a day for a daydream...

That was a great post, CCJPO

Well someone had to defend this great country of ours on the eastern seaboard of the USA. That's me outside the Kennedy compound at Hyannis Port protesting.

Would you believe I was dressed like this at Alice's Restaurant in 1968? I stopped on the way back to Newport, RI after visiting on of my ex college roommates in Troy, NY.

The only reason I did not attend Woodstock was because I had shipboard duty that weekend and the same groups passed through Newport just a couple of weeks before to perform at the miss-named Newport Jazz Festival. Half the ship on leave went to Woodstock. It was not an entirely hippie thing. That's what the cameras chose to focus on.

I see from the posters above that Woodstock was in August 1969. At that time I was working the night shift in a meat packing plant in order to pay for college tuition, food, shelter and maybe an occasional beer. The only hippies I knew were spoiled rich kids. It takes a lot of money to not work, travel and buy drugs.

Groovy thread! I'm still too cool for school.

From peace and love to 401's and margin calls. A lot of hippie hipsters found Brooks Brothers and wingtips more conducive in dealing with our brave new world.

Myself, I'll believe a 55 year old pothead over a CEO any day on any subject.
I am fairly sentimental about my formative years. Maybe it was a mistake to believe in all the rhetoric but I choose to continue to do so.

Clean air, water, feed the hungry, taking care of the sick and infirm, fight poverty, equal rights for all, truth, justice and the American way...Cool!
Well at least we still have the tunes and maybe that's what fuels the good fight that's left over. Just wish I could figure out why these things have to be fought for to begin with. Silly little me.
Maybe some of the more successful 'ol tie dyers from the day will come back to it after the last finacial statement is sent to accounting.

They say the more things change the more they stay the same. I'm not sure about that though I can see the relevance in what goes on generation after generation. Gotta love history.
We'll get it right sometime. Got to don't we? I have to believe that or what's the point.

"When you stop smoking the weed, then do a good deed"! That's a buzz that can't be beat.
Far out man...how radical!

Hey Hey My My
Rock & Roll Will Never Die
It's Better To Burn Out Than It Is To Rust......

It didn't take money, but if it makes you feel better, I'd like to formally thank you for sacrificing your youth in order that the rest of us might have hamburger.

Hey everyone ,

Too cool these posts .
I live about 35 mies south of Bethel and have visited and attended Woodstock for a few of the reunions , official and non official .
Curtailed those visits after becoming one of NYs finest.
Loved the site , always felt a certain vibe , goosebumps every time I stepped on the sacred ground .
Only 5 when it happened , parents told me the stories of the gridlocked highways , and have met many that were there .
Now its a performing arts center .

Feel like reminiscing about Woodstock give my radio show a call next Friday from 1 -2 pm EST . www.wtbq.com streamline live or 1110 am on your dial in Upstate NY " Prime Time with Uncle Buck , Dr. tom and Benzee" - Oh what a shamelss plug !!

Benzee

Well some of us respond to the bugel call more than others. I was spat upon when I returned to the states after my Vietnam vacation.

I smoked a few doobies in school, which Uncle Sam paid for...the doobies and the school, but I grew my hair long and told people my "problems" were from an industrial accident.

I no longer shame myself by hiding my service. How times change.

I was born in 1960...so that officially makes me a "child of the 60's" literally. The events that stand out in my mind of that time are the Death of Martin Luther King. The Vietnam War of course. The Moon landing, Bobby Kennedy's death, Kent State. Some events closer to home: The Crash of the Marshall Football team, the Silver Bridge collapse. My brothers and sister were much older than I, thus what I was exposed to was mainly through their experiences. They were all of college age or older then and a rather conservative lot, thus other than what I saw on TV or whilst driving through the WVU campus was pretty much my only exposure to "The Groovy Generation". I was stylin' though in those days and wore things like knitted and macrame'd granny vests, fringed to my knees leather and suede vests, mod hats of sequins and denims, sizzle dresses and hot pants, bell bottoms and elephant pants and some pretty dazzlin' polyester shirts. Embarrassingly enough, most of that stuff is still in my attic at home.

I started catching up with the rest of the world around 1972 , once I started junior high.........music blared through my retired parents home ALL the time. In order to prevent damage to the rest of the house, my mama suggested to my friends and I that we paint the walls, going up the steps to the attic any way we wanted. There were about ten of we very cool girls and we painted lots of doves, peace signs, crazy daisies, and quotes such as "I love Bobby Sherman..TLA" "Make Love not War" "Cathy loves Ken" and other slogans of the day......Those walls have never been painted over, and should be a strong selling point of the house.

The only time I ever tried pot was as a freshman in college. We were in Peanut Heaven of the WVU Coliseum at a Doobie Brothers concert. Didn't have any effect on me so I never bothered with it again. I did party quite a bit , though at some good bars and was daredevil enough to snort Scotch off the top of a coca cola can, on a bet of 10 bucks one time, Impressive eh, my life on the edge.

Whoa dude, chill out man, all freaks weren't geeks, a lot of my comrades worked. Actually I don't think I knew any rich kids, those were the frat boys and sorority girls - talk about stereotyping people, I just did it. I did stints as as as a bartender, what a gig, great way to meet and score with the chicks. I know what a pig I was/am. For that matter so was taking womens study clases and being one of the few token males in the classes. Also worked in steel mills, other factories, coal mining in West, by God, Virginia for two summers. So man lighten up, don't do the tighten up on us. Actually you and I have commonground for a short discussion, I also worked in a meat processing plant, I worked for a total of 4 hours in the processed meats section of Sugardale Meats in Ohio, worked in mixing room for the bologna and hot dog creation department, after 4 hours of watching put "stuff", that wasn't supposed to go into the vats, I told the foreman, befor lunch that I quit. And I even "volunteered" that 4 hours, as I told the guy don't even bother to pay me. I do all my own butchering today. Also worked for a bit in a condom factory, where some of the workers got some kind of wicked pleasure out of putting pin pricks in random rubbers.

Firesign Theater, Cheech and Chong - Dave, Dave's not here man. Ok, we also had the 1910 Fruitgum Company and the Archies, no one ever said it was a perfect world. But we did get to live in the best of both worlds, we got to listen and groove to some great Motor City soul and R&B, as well as that "damned hippie music", which was going to be the ruination of us all and destroy all that which was good and holy, sort of like how Elvis was going to destroy the youth, as was Frank Sinatra before him, and as will rap and hip hop destroy the youth of America today. Well that might actually happen, because I am an old fart. Hell no, we won't go. Off the pigs.

BAN THE BRA, burning bras, helping the soon to be liberated ladies out of their bras,burning bras do not smell good. Draft cards, the LOTTERY, "oh man, I was born on the wrong date, why did my parents have to screw that night, oh s*** my number is way low, how do I get to Canada, oh s*** I don't want to be no baby killer" "You dumb a**,stop getiing wasted man, like getting to Canada is easy man, just go out the driveway man, take a left and like go north, you dumb f***. Should I do little casino, or maybe even big casino in order to get out of going, god I hope I have flat feet, maybe my folks will spring for some shrinks to tell them I am crazy. Hell no I am not going to dodge the draft, I don't want to go, but it is my duty as an american. Your damn right I'm scared. Bye Dad I love you, bye Rhonda I love you, please write me every day, please wait for me, I love you. Dear Mr and Mrs Payne, as you know I loved Johnny, Johnny saved my life, please don't hate me. The smell of a burning a draft card doesn't smell near as bad as the smell of burning bras. By the way I still have mine, the draft card you silly.

RIGHT ON, FAR OUT man. Oh s*** man I am wasted, don't bogart that joint my friend, pass it around again. Poor Humphrey.

Tie dye, beating the crap out of your blue jeans, and washing and re-washing w/. bleach in order to get that lived in look. Really p***ing off laudramat owners, because you used their machines to do your tie-dying, heck you didn't want to use your own, if you had one, because the dye residue would screw up your next several loads. We weren't always so nice, were we?

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY - The 60's, while not inventing volunterism, by any stretch of the imagination, did foster the ideals of the GREAT SOCIETY, free clinics, food banks, environmental issues, community clean-ups, day care centers, peace, racism, etc. Many of us did our part, and still do today. I think we did take our ideals and put them into practice, of course some strayed, some burned out, but many stayed the course, and have continued to do their part in America and throughout the world.

Many of us were just doing the Stoned Pony, think Linda Ronstadt, think different drummer. I danced to one, I still do. I was a freak then, was a freak during my two sojourns to Vietnam, and I am still a freak today. Hair is still a tad bit too long, although graying, and certainly a lot thinner on top. Have a beard, although it is dapled, didn't want to say going gray, but I am an old fart, which I have had for most of 40 years, except when Uncle said I couldn't, but didn't shave while "in country" anyway. My wife has never seen me w/o a beard, nor have my kids. Although at times I think about shaving before I go to bed, just in case my wife has a fantasy about sleeping with a stranger. But then I would just grow it back, and it would itch as it grew in, especially if I didn't constantly wash my hands and face. Because as we bearded wonders know the more we touch our faces while a beard is growing in, the more it itches. Went to the pharmacy yesterday to fill some prescriptions, I got there, and it was full of old people getting their meds, I thought, Jezz, I feel like I am in a geriatric center, look at all these old people. Then it hit me, I am not much younger then they are old.

OLD FART

JEFFERSON AIRPLANE, Gracie Slick, EIGHT MILES HIGH, The BYRDS, VAN the MAN,JIMI JANICE, JIM, even MAMA CASS.My first wife sang back-up on occassion with the JAMES GANG when they were breaking out in Cleveland and the rest of northeastern Ohio, 15 60 75, the Numbers Band, another Ohio Band. Pacific Gas and Electric, PATTY SMITH, GOD is DEAD - the Beatles, a new religion?

Racing from the house on State Rte 43, after a night of imbibing, of course I only read about this, or heard scattered, vague rumors, of people doing this, when the train whistles were heard coming through downtown Kent, down to the train tracks, behind the combination italian restaurant, bar, lauudramat, where on fridays a student could get all you could eat spaghetti, salad, and bread for less then 2 bucks. in order to stand on the tracks while the train was approaching, and staying on the tracks as long as one dared, before jumping out of the way, all the while your friends were yelling for you to get out of there. Or jumping off of power towers 40 feet in the air into the water. I never claimed these people were smart, but like many young people of every generation we were indestructible.

NABOBS OF NEGATIVITY - alliteration - SPIRO T AGNEW, Mr. NIXON - WATERGATE - JIMMY HOFFA, a kinder tler time? Trucker strikes and boycotts, The National Guard, MAY 4th, KENT STATE, JACKSON STATE - 4 Dead in Ohio - CROSBY, STILLS, NASH and YOUNG. Have I mentioned the music?

It wasn't all sex,drugs and rock and roll. We cared, we didn't care, we were apathetic, we were engaged,we died, we killed, we came home - some in parts, some not whole, some cracked and broken, some fixable some not. It was our generation, and as in all generations it has it own stories, its own music, its own pulse, its own life, its own sameness, its own uniqueness.iot was the best of the generation, it was the worst of generations (that was a stolen paraphrase). It was our time.

OK REDTRESSED -you about lost me on the Bobby Sherman stuff, and you probably swooned over seven brides for seven brothers. However, you redeemed yourself in spades, with the snorting scotch trick, and I am only guessing that it wasn't very good scotch at that, something on the lines of Green Stripe, oh the burn - you the MAN. Give me a great single malt any day. Although I also like warm gin, so sue me. You have my utmost respect and admiration. You were one balsy chick. Told you I was a pig.


V960 - I was never shamed by my service to my country, but I know many who were, and still are, I feel for you brother. We did what we had to do. We came home, me pretty much in one piece I just dealt with it/deal with it, by really never talking about it, I guess I learned that from my dad my grandad, and my brother. Just spent/spend my time gettin on, gettin on, if you know what I mean. You take care of your self.

This has been a trip, a trip, the best part

Maybe more later - see if there is anything else I can ruminate about.

Wow, that sure was long. Sorry folks. It is sort of like getting older, the stream takes a long to finish, before you can shake it.

Bobby Sherman-teenybopper idol and the poster boy for Tiger Beat Teen Magazine.

re: Seven Brides for Seven Brothers....nah......but a similiar show on ABC."Seattle"...which starred Bobby Sherman,(natch) DAvid Soul and Robert somebody or the other. It took place in 1800's Seattle....the logging industry.......clean cut young men in flannel shirts that showed a little chest hair, now and then. Had the requisite mail order brides, great scenery and boy meets girl plots.

Now I may have been young...........and I may have been stupid, but I did have taste......Johnnie Walker Black Label. It was smack dab in the middle of the disco era, but I was never much of a disco-ite. The bar was aptly named "The Dungeon" , with a flocked green and brown goo covering the walls and a floor of cracked cobblestone. When you were able to see your hand in front of your face, through the gloom and smoke, you knew last call was imminent. The music was of the Neil Young, Moody Blues and Dan Fogelberg stuff. Oddly enough, it was quite popular with the panhellenic crowd as well as the leftover granola group. I was celebrating that night, after interviewing Emerson, Lake and Palmer for the University newspaper. Odd thing was, I wasn't even much of a drinker, instead I usually found myself as the designated driver/ chief porcelain god chamberlain for my compatriots. But that magical night......I WAS da woman in my sophomore brain, and the whiner of the ages the next day as my virgin nose burned like hellfire. I remain the alcohol wuss even to this day, most recently reinforced New Years Eve as I sipped about 1/4 of a champagne flute of asti spumante in a toast, and spent the rest of the night paying my own homage to the porcelain princess.(not that my freakin' meds had anything to do with it)

Signed

The Wuss