One million years ago, back in 1969, I was part owner of a Hippie Head Shop in Oklahoma City.
The store was the hippest thing between Chicago and Santa Fe, or at least, that was our impression. (The world is a small place when viewed through untraveled rose colored glasses and a few tokes of old school Mexican weed….). We lived amidst a red white and blue wasteland where the corn grew higher than a Mastedon's eye. That summer I was arrested in front of the store by undercover cops for selling Zap Comic Books…they let me go for some mysterious reason. Our store was the hub for the Hippie Scene that was crisscrossing Amerika at the time. Because of our lofty status in the Hippie community,we had the job of meeting the different rock bands who came to OKC at the airport and taking them to their hotels. One evening I picked up some of the members of Three Dog Night in my lil' MG with my St. Bernard in toe….where did they sit? I don't remember: It was the 60's…a photo of that event appeared in the local newspaper…so you are wondering why I called this particular entry "Three Blog Day"? Well…this is the third entry today in my blog and this third lil' ditty was inspired by a photo that Lovee sent me of Suburban Hell…I just have to post this…I know the kids are having fun…but I am delighted that they are there and I am here….Gracias Dios!
oh, yes, I know you were happy not to be there. My friend and I were comparing it to a very loud bar where you have to shout to be heard over the music and drunks–in this case splashing and laughing screaming children. It was a scene, but we did it for the kiddlies, and they had fun. The slides(can’t see them in this photo) were super high and long and fast and fun.
hail hail rock n’roll.