Well in the same vein as Uptheholler in refereence to the last blog message, let me tell you about another "Indiana Incident". Let's go back to 1973........I was dating a girl in Logansport and would drive down on a Saturday in my 1969 Camero. Nothing special. 250 6 cylinder, silver, automatic transmission, black bucket seats but one kick ass 8 track tape deck(which was also a good place to stash a small bag of Jamacian and a pack of ZigZags in a pinch).. Her daddy was a postal delivery carrier and supported Nixon and Agnew and HATED hippie radical freak kids like me. Got the picture? They would never let us leave the house and this guy coulda' taught the NSA a few things about spying.
I picked up a guy hitchhiking and had Speedwagon or somesuch playing and he asks me, "You get high?" Oh yeah, all the time man.
He pulls out a pin joint and we burn half of it to US 30 when he goes east and I go west, just flat flippin' ripped.
I had to stop at Loy's music store in Warsaw to make a payment on my new banjo, and saw a barber shop on the way in. Having LONG hair and split ends thought I'd get a little trim before going on south to see my sweetie. But didn't know how really stoned I was and went to sleep in the barber's chair. Next I know there is a breeze going across my ears and the dude is going, "Wadda ya' think?".
"Let me have my glasses and I'll tell ya'".
I hear chuckles from the redneck dirt farmers and see this mass of redhair on the floor. Hmmmmmm......my hair hasn't been this short since 8th grade.
"No Charge son, just don't come in again that stoned."
Where I'm going to with this is when I knocked on my girlfriends door and had to explain to her daddy who I was there was no hostility and he let us take the bicycles to the park at the old stone quarry. You can take it from here kids.
Ralph
I picked up a guy hitchhiking and had Speedwagon or somesuch playing and he asks me, "You get high?" Oh yeah, all the time man.
He pulls out a pin joint and we burn half of it to US 30 when he goes east and I go west, just flat flippin' ripped.
I had to stop at Loy's music store in Warsaw to make a payment on my new banjo, and saw a barber shop on the way in. Having LONG hair and split ends thought I'd get a little trim before going on south to see my sweetie. But didn't know how really stoned I was and went to sleep in the barber's chair. Next I know there is a breeze going across my ears and the dude is going, "Wadda ya' think?".
"Let me have my glasses and I'll tell ya'".
I hear chuckles from the redneck dirt farmers and see this mass of redhair on the floor. Hmmmmmm......my hair hasn't been this short since 8th grade.
"No Charge son, just don't come in again that stoned."
Where I'm going to with this is when I knocked on my girlfriends door and had to explain to her daddy who I was there was no hostility and he let us take the bicycles to the park at the old stone quarry. You can take it from here kids.
Ralph
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