you get to witness and actual dumpster fire.
…from Nashville’s too-distant past.
Extra credit if you can identify the book…
Cut to the chase: click here.
As long as everybody else is reminiscing about Woodstock….
Was it really fifty years ago today?? Am I really that old??
Why, yes, I am. I will be 69 years old in November.
And I have survived – somehow, and despite my valiant efforts to the contrary.
The other good news is that my faculties are still (largely?) intact.
OK, I don’t exactly have photographic memory of everything that happened in 1969 – that is, after all, the year that the drugs kicked in, and I basically stayed stoned for the next two decades – but I made notes!
For almost all of 1969 and ’70, I kept a journal, and in that journal are the notes I recorded immediately after returning from Woodstock, which are compiled into three installments posted to Medium.com:
There is also a somewhat abridged, 10-minute podcast edition of the story that you can listen to directly here:
… or download into the Podcast app on your gizmo here.
I’ve been reading a book called “Sex At Dawn – The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality” and found this on page 149, at the end of the chapter that entitled “Jealousy.”
I keep knocking on the door of esoteric topics like Forbidden Technologies (forbidden by ‘who’, exactly??) and Human Destiny, because, of course, these are the things I think about… Do what you will with that information… .
…that a squirrel could be a Spirit Animal? I always thought it had to be exotic animals like Giant Stags or White Wolves or Buffalo. But when I found this little guy on the back deck this morning – patiently waiting for as long as it took me to focus and get a picture – I Googled the possibility: .
“The squirrel spirit animal highlights the importance of communication and showing respect to the people around you through your words, actions, and behaviors. It encourages you to respect your differences and find a way to work harmoniously together.”
No wonder that dog in the movie kept chasing squirrels. He knew a good thing when it went zipping by. .
(That’s as line from an old antihistamine commercial, for those too young to recall…)
I do realize that it is totally shallow and materialistic to admit this, but my daily driver – the 2016 Mustang Convertible that I picked up in January – has been in the shop all week and I have sorely missed it. The Kia Soul that the insurance company arranged for me got me where I needed to go, but
First Tennessee Park at Sulphur Dell in Nashville. Wednesday July 31, 2019.
Another four hour game… I only stayed for the first three.
I believe their names are Trevor Guthrie and Emily McVea. They were among the winners at last week’s Vol State Dance Competition. Also on of my very first attempts at photographing dancers. #OutsideOfMyComfortZone