Posted on 08/17/2009 2:11:24 PM PDT by PJ-Comix
For several months I hunted the elusive creature in the Santa Cruz Mountains without any luck. A couple of times I spotted Bigfoot, but I paid no attention to him. I was searching for a being much more rare.
Finally, late one afternoon, I caught sight of him through my powerful binoculars. Knowing of his deep aversion to captivity, I spent all night rigging an elaborate trap for my prey. I rolled an old VW bug into the brush and spray-painted it with colorful psychedelic designs. Then I baited the trap with liberal sprinklings of oregano in the front seat and left the door open.
The next day I watched in deep suspense as I saw him slowly moving towards the trap. When he finally crawled into the front seat, I flicked the switch on the remote control device that shut and locked the door.
With my heart pounding in anticipation, I approached the trap, holding my rifle at the ready. After I reached my destination, I gazed in wonder at the strange sight before me.
He had a long beard and shoulder-length hair over which he wore a floppy leather hat. His attire consisted of bleached-out, flared Levi’s, an old fringe leather vest, sandals, and a guitar strapped around his shoulder. Dangling from his neck were beads and an ancient artifact that I later identified in an old illustrated scroll as being a peace symbol.
I shoved my rifle barrel through a crack at the top of the door window and fired a tranquilizer dart into him as a precautionary measure. His eyes glazed over as he smiled happily.
“Oh wow! That stuff is outta sight! Let me have another hit,” said the Last Hippie on the Planet Earth.
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PING!
Might be the same guy!
:)
” Might be the same guy! “
It’s obvious from the cleanliness of beard and tee-shirt, and the fact that he’s holding his cute little sign right-side up (a dead giveaway), that this guy was raised in captivity....
That explains it...had you been in Boulder, Colorado, you could have hunted your limit in about 10 seconds!
You sure that isn’t Santa Claus? Or one of the Seven Dwarves? Maybe Dopey.
You found Willie Nelson!
I’ve got a couple of ‘em for you just outside Portland, OR!!! They’re all still around; just just have to search a little harder. And some have changed their appearance so as to resemble regular old 60-ish retirees.
I look at that picture and only one thing comes to mind:
Elvira, Elvira
My heart’s on fire Elvira
Giddy Up Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow Mow
Giddy Up Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow Mow
FAROUT!!! LOL!
Neither is P.C. though. They prefer:
Little people.
“Dwarrows”
Some of you are feeding into a sterotype. I went to Berkley in 1967. Smoked up my scholarship while living on a houseboat in the bay. Hung out at the Fillmore and Winterland and heard all that stuff. Lived for awhile with the Diggers. Lost my deferrment and joined the USCG for four years. Same music and same pot in the service but I did my job and I saved more than one or two people in my time. Got out and went to college and made something of myself. Sure, there are still some of the old ones out there but they are few and far and do not represent us at all except for those who think that just because you read the Little Red book once and participated in a war protest you are a die hard commie bastard. I lived through it! Did you? At least I wasn’t looking up a mules butt all day like my forefathers.
S’cuse me while I kiss the sky....I met Grace Slick when she was hot.
Flame away!
You're right, and I think Eugene is too far to the left for some of the hippies.
I think most of those hippies wound up in the discos in the late 70s, and had traded their tie-dyes for white suits.
No
You got that right. The first thing to go when I got married was most of my night wardrobe.
Re: “I’ve said that some of the people living in Portland moved here from Berkley because Berkley was too conservative.”
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That’s funny, and pathetic...
My old hippie relatives moved from Silicon Valley to Portland area but only after their daughter in Silicon finally threw them out of her basement. Her husband and kids said “gram and gramps go, or we do!”
Now they live near, NOT with, their son and his family. All of these people are leftists, but at least the grown kids are productive members of society, unlike the retirement age parents who now live in ‘senior’ rental housing while husband sits in a corner playing his lute and his wife tries to get part time jobs as she is not yet 62.
Imagine a whole lifetime lived like this!!!
You must be dead then. RIP.
Ee: “I’ve said that some of the people living in Portland moved here from Berkley because Berkley was too conservative.”
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Don’t laugh — I know an ultra conservative attorney, late fifties, who has lived in Berkeley for decades and enjoys antagonizing the motley crew there.
BTW, I really did enjoy reading about the earliest of the Hippie pioneers in “The Electric Acid Kool-Aide Test” by Tom Wolfe. For a long time I thought it would be some mindless New Age Ode to the hippies but I found it to be one of the FUnniest (and truest) books I ever read.
I dunno. It sounded good at the time but selling roach clips in Santa Cruz really doesn't do much for the 401K. And there are distractions - ask Tommy Chong. The great thing about youthful idealism is discovering that everyone espousing it is as full of crap as everyone else. And always was.
Ah, Woodstock. Buncha dang hippies. What I wouldn’t give for a real man onstage, say a soldier, maybe 101st Airborne…oh, wait. That was Jimi Hendrix... Cocker, I am informed, still puts on a helluva show. Melanie’s got three kids. Crosby is an ex-felon coke freak, Stills is a bloated ex-alcoholic. Max Yasgur’s long gone, Janis is dead, Moon’s dead, the svelte Gracie Slick now looks like a white-haired grandmother or a linebacker, take your choice. Carlos looks embalmed. We grew up. Goddammit.
Sounds like a great premise for a situation comedy.
I knew a few of Ken keseys ‘pranksters’. Tom Wolfes book is very close to the truth.
But what happened to Sha-Na-Na?
Examples?
Oh, and the "Right Stuff" which was more about the early 60s.
If you really went to Berkeley, why do you spell it Berkley? Did you flunk out for spelling?
Sorry Proff, I was typing fast and wanting to go home. Bye....
re: “Sounds like a great premise for a situation comedy”
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It’s pathetic but probably worth turning into a sit-com. Feel free to create it and pitch it to Hollywood! I’ll bet the same scenario exists elsewhere more often than we would ever imagine.
LOL! Sha Na Na. One lawyer, two physicians, and a professor of linguistics at Hofstra. Dang hippies.
Yeah, I forgot about Gross - Professor of Bible Studies, Professor of Jewish studies. Greene’s a professor at Dayton, too. Sheesh.
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