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They are asking people not to lick the poisonous toads at National Parks, and it's kind of a back to the '60's moment for me. Yes, I was there. The original "let's try toasted banana peel with cardamon and pepper" days of experimentation.
One of my first stops after getting out of the Navy was in Baltimore. Many friends lived there, and it had been a congenial haven in my earlier "on the road" days. Since I planned on returning to my dissolute ways, it was a logical place to start; good friends, good parties, and a jumping-off place for frolicking detours.
Halloween bashes were so noisy and over the top on Beacon Hill that there was a long quiet lull for weeks after. It was like the party engine had run out of gas. Friday evenings leading up to Halloween had been on the sordid side. Now they seemed quiet and repentant.
I searched for a cogent answer, but I was too drunk to gather my thoughts. Sitting on top of the seventeenth-century gravestone was a translucent figure in strange clothing
Let's be clear. I've never liked Ouija Boards. I acquired the dislike while living with a group of other Folkies on Boston's Beacon Hill in the 1960s.
When younger, I was not known for my snappy comebacks, sarcastic salutations, or pithy badinage. It wasn't that I was boring; just inexperienced and lacked the experience needed to elevate me to the level of my peers.
It's a bad boy musicians cliche. You grab a custom Gibson by the head of the neck and swing it roundhouse at your attacker. You've seen it in many concerts, in Hollywood films, and on TV.
They were just a bit too crunchy for our liking. I think the term that would eventually get coined was "granola head."
One of the things I discovered in college and grad school was that my past as a folksinger, road bum, and general neer do well was not universally appreciated by professors and peers who had "played by the rules" all their lives.
When I emerged from the egg and arrived in Greenwich Village as a newly minted folksinger, the streets were filled with juvenile Joan Baez wannabees and their male kindred.
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