Folkie

Crazy Like Me?

Folkies were avid folk music junkies into alternative and bohemian lifestyles. We were not Hippies. Here are some tales about my experiences.

New Years

We walked a long way—miles from Pelham to Broadway. The streets went from slushy to icy at the end.

Train yard

The building was an ancient mill building overlooking the Boston and Maine railroad tracks in Charlestown.

Debut

I thought I’d worked through all the issues. But the leftover residue from my days as a folksinger had other ideas.

Hidden Away

Regular liquidation firms had run from the job once they became lost in the maze of buildings, basements, and attics.

Clean

The Palace was a regular stopping place for all sorts of folks going to and fro. People would hear about the Palace and drop in while en route to their destination. Parties ultimately ensued. Hangovers were an occupational hazard of living this lifestyle. Hangover cures were always in demand.

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