Tag: Monochrome-Madness
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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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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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Archery
Back in late 1969 through 1971, I played with archery for a while at LCCC, the jr college I was attending. Hadn’t thought about it until recently, when my partner’s son, who lives next door to us, constructed an archery range in our mutual backyard. So, I purchased a 40lb, recurve bow, 12 arrows, armguard,…
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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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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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Breakfast at the Birdfeeder Diner
Breakfast at the Birdfeeder Diner Wrens and sparrows arrive first5:30 am sunrise long shadowsbarcode the entryway A flock of morning doves landsurvey the ground, then hop upon the birdseed buffet pecking away nudging earlyrisers out of the way, need seventimes their weight for the day the big boys twice the size arrivetwo-tone gray and translucent…
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Junior Year Part 2 – Memoir Continued
Junior Year Part 2 – Memoir Continued Toward the end of the school year, I tried out with the choir director, Mr. Meyer for my senior year. I also brought in and sang for him, To the Evening Star from Tannhauser by Wagner, which I sang at the City Auditions after Mr. Meyer approved and…
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