Give advice to my younger self, you say?
Tracking myself down would have been a big issue back in 1965. Which couch in which city was I currently couch surfing in for a week would have been an issue. My recollections of which, what, and where are not good. Sixty years later, It might be hard.
Venue? You’ve got to be kidding me. Some of those fleabag coffeehouses barely had names, and the bars? I wouldn’t go near those dumps for serious money. The dives weren’t full of choir boys, you know. These were not the sort of places that gained the approval of travel guides, Zagat’s, or Triple-A.
Now you say you are probably doing the young lad a grave injustice. Ha! Injustice? The young fool was rolling in it. Glorying in it even.
Damn, I had a good time.
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I had just such a youth myself, well minus the couch surfing, but still. And I am betting if I did find me I’d a told myself to “Get outta here! Can’t you see how much fun I’m having?”
Pretty much the same here!
There is a meme on FB that you should live the kind of life, that if you wrote a book about it, Florida would ban it. I think you may have achieved that honor. 🙂
Thank You!!! Thank You!!!!! but I am holding out to be banned in Boston, where I tried my hardest! It’s also traditional…but Florida? I’ll take it!
You always make me laugh, Lou. Thank You. 😉
Heck, yeah! We ban everything! Consider it an honor.
I do!
Lois, I’m looking forward to Governor for Life Desantis’ invitation to my honorary Tar and Feathering…of course, other events will preclude me from accepting.
Wonderful post 🎸🎸
Love it! A good time is the ultimate good…
Another fun story, thanks for the memories of the peace and love sixties.
I love your stories, Lou. You truly lived a Life.