Category: ShortStory
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For What It’s Worth – the background?
For What It’s Worth – The Hut Lounge Something’s happening here Buffalo Springfield on the jukeboxLinda Lane slayed us with herintricate guitar work andsensuous vocals What it is ain’t exactly clear Her band – Lady and the TrampsGeorge Hoka on his Hammondmesmerizing sound like the Animalsvoice soulful like Burdon’s There’s a man with a gun…
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Tanglewood ’69
Tanglewood ’69 Intro I was working as a mechanical lab tech for the National Seal Div. of Federal Mogal in Ann Arbor Michigan. Had worked there for about a year and a half, but no seniority and no real prospects for advancement. I was living in a rented room in a house with some students…
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Dime Novel Dreams
Dime Novel Dreams There was a timelong ago, when I’d say my prayers andgo to sleep dreaming ofmy lady fairwhoever it happened to be that day I’d just rescued her from Tommy the school bullyFu Manchu or Moriartyby Green Lantern’s ring and the Shadow’s fireopal girasol – weeding out the bitter fruit of crime and…
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Crush on a Greek Goddess
I’m writing a memoir/family history for my children and gandchildren. It’s reviving many old memories. The following is one. I had always meant to pay tribute to her. But time and memories slip away along with good intentions. Thanks to writing this memoir, I was finally able to write this tribute. Antoinette my half-hour violin…
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My Date at the Local Big Boy – Late 1960s
My Date at the Local Big Boy – Late 1960s Beaver Park Ball Room, cover band (The Four) playing top 40, Four Seasons, Tommy James, Wipe-out, and most were… Rode with Tiny D…, who having gotten lucky, as usual, left me to find a ride or hitch home. It was late by the time I…
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The New York Commune or Purple Haze (2 of 2)
The New York Commune or Purple Haze (2 of 2) There were, including my traveling companion and myself, five men and a varying number of women. I use the term women loosely, as most were obviously runaways between the ages of thirteen and sixteen. Though when asked, they vehemently claimed to be eighteen. There were…
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The New York Commune or Purple Haze
The New York Commune or Purple Haze (part 1 of 2) During the mid-to-late ’60s, I read a string of Hermann Hesse novels. There was Journey to the East, Siddhartha, Damien, The Glass Bead Game, Steppenwolf, and my personal favorite, Narcissus and Goldman. They struck sympathetic notes in me and affirmed my desire for a…
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