If I Were....a Flower-Child (circa 1967)
I would:- Seriously cut back on showering and compensate by dousing myself with patchouli-scented unguents.
- Shop at second-hand stores to find the wildest, mix-and-match old clothes imaginable. Prairie skirt and Edwardian blouse and man's striped vest? Groovy!
- Let my actions follow my ethics and protest things that bother me.
- Be a crunchy-granola vegetarian because, hey, there was no other kind then!
- Spend way too much time listening to music at The Fillmore.
- Live in a rambling old Victorian with a rotating crew of approximately 13 roommates, many of whom I do not know.
- Wear flowers in my hair.
- Have dirty, dirty feet, from never wearing shoes.
- Sleep with the band (s).
- Experiment. Ahem.
- Grow my own food.
- Paint daisies and peace signs on my face and body.
- Join a commune.
- Make things with my hands. Preferably tie-dyed things.
- Tune in. Turn on. Drop out.
Too late. The cracked window that made such things fun and even possible has been repaired, leaving only dirty feet, stale patchouli, and a clean, perfect window that allows tons of light into the room but no air. The Sixties were hardly ever here anyway. As Peter Fonda says in The Limey - "It was '66 and part of '67. Then it was gone." - Mykal
ReplyDeleteMae: I forgot to say Happy Fourth of July. -- Mykal
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mykal! You, too! I am thrilled to be on day 1 off of 3. Have a great weekend!
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