Tag: Art
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The New York Commune – Memoir Continued
I’ve posted most of this adventure previously, but this is where it belongs in the narrative. The New York Commune 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 Narcissus and Goldman. They struck sympathetic notes in me…
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The Threepenny Opera – Memoir Continued
The Threepenny Opera (a band name that I used off and on for several years) Guy and I started singing folk music together. I also had met a young woman at the Hut, a bar in the front part of the Lorain Roller Rink on Route 6 out near Beaver Park. Her name was Jane…
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Hot Town, Summer on the Bikepath
This is the result of my 6 AM ride last Friday morning. The high for the last 10 days or so has been consistently around 110F and 82 for a low at night. Hot Town, Summer on the Bikepath cicadas singing their hearts outdeep in the foliage of eucalyptusmesquite and palo verde withambient backup of…
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Jeff D. and The Rights of Spring – Memoir Continued
I am going to be jumping around a bit in the timeline here to make the story a little more coherent. I’ll get back to the Community College part of the story shorty, or at least the highlights. Jeff D. and the Rights of Spring I worked part of the summer of ‘68 for a…
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Post High School Graduation – Memoir Continued
Post High School Graduation Much of the following was happening simultaneously or in close proximity, even though I’ve separated them as best I can remember of the sequence of events to make them a little easier to write about. Working With Dad I quit Sandy’s shortly after graduation. I didn’t like the politics of the…
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Nathan La Franeer by Joni Mitchell
Nathan La Franeer by Joni Mitchell I hired a coach to take mefrom confusion to the planeAnd though we shared a common spaceI know I’ll never meet againThe driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirrorI read his name and it was plainly written Nathan La FraneerI asked him would he hurryBut we crawled…
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Senior Year – Part 3 – The Senior Choir Operetta – Memoir Continued
Senior Year – Part 3 – The Senior Choir Operetta, Spring 1966 The Unsinkable Molly Brown was the choice of our choir director and the English department’s drama coach. In previous years, I had played in the ensemble put together to be the pit-orchestra for our musicals. But this year, Guy and I both tried…
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Senior Year Part 2 – Advanced Writing – Recruiters – Memoir Continued
Advanced Writing Class – Miltary Recruiters – Senior Year I can’t remember our teacher’s name, but he had the misfortune to look like a cross between Ichabod Crane and the Papa-oom-mow-mow Man of Goulardie’s 60’s TV show fame. He was a very good teacher and got me started in writing poetry, though none of it…
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Happy Independence Day
Things to think about on this ‘Independence’ day: Occupy Wall Street, Zuccotti Park DAPL Dakoda Access Pipe Line Protests: BLM, starting with the George Floyd arrest (murder): And there have been many more going back to the founding of the country and before. Time to think about our true history and forgo the propaganda… Some…
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Senior Year – Part 1 – Memoir Continued
1965-66 – Senior Year – Part 1 – Memoir Continued Driving to School: Teddy started high school in ‘65. So, Dad bought a ‘58 brown, two-door Ford Fairlane for me to drive Guy, Teddy, and I back and forth to school. It was not in good shape, and the transmission gave out before my graduation.…
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