So I'm watching the movie The Right Stuff and I was thinking that was a tremendous time to grow up.
I knew Chuck Yeager's name before I was six. Of course, I was in Indianapolis, Indiana and General Yeager had some history in Indy.
But I knew that he had broken the sound barrier and I knew what that was.
I suppose the Mercury astronauts were pretty much, "Spam in a can." But they did change the experiment for the Gemini and Apollo 'pilots'. I bet The guys in Apollo 13 were damn glad they were 'pilots'.
And just the idea of a country doing something that affirming. Considering the alternative. But these were fantastic times. These were the times of the beginning of my life. From late 1953 to whenever
I was in the fifth grade when President Kennedy was shot. His brother was killed in 1968. Bobby's death affected me one whole shitload more than John's death. Bobby was running against Nixon. Old "Tricky Dick" himself. And that was the GOP that gave him that name, don't forget that.
Bobby was the freak candidate. It was wonderful. For one bright shining moment it looked like we would take everything. And Sirhan Sirhan cut him down. I lost heart in politics with that one death. In a place where the height of politics is assassination I just can't get into the politics.
The republicans have been riding those two murders for years. They've decided to appeal to the psycho murdering christian voter, when in truth damn few republicans would really like to sit down and exchange pleasantries with that person. I mean really. Psycho murderers are dangerous. And religion wasn't a problem then either. In fact, I think that was when the term "jesus freak" was invented and they were not admired.
But the Mercury program was completed before the first Kennedy was shot. I do remember that. It was a bright time.
Anyway, 1968 was also the year we first put a man on the moon. I remember watching that. I didn't know I could grin that much. And it was even more special cause at that time I didn't even get high. Kids are getting high as early as sixth grade now, maybe earlier. I know. It's crazy but that's what's happening now. [Still Watching Movie] I suppose it's true that things are hardener now. But things weren't simple and easy then either. Our politician were killed, there was a war that caused the country to take arms against itself, there was a president that rampaged through most of a decade, kids openly despised their parents, and I personally know a lot of kids got into drugs.
Of course, pods haven't absorbed me so I got into acid, mescaline, and hash. Jim Reade's friend Jeff New got a shipment so he said. But he had a gallon bag full of strawberry mescaline, a shitload of caps, and more black Pakistani hash than I have ever seen in one place including in any page of High Times. My crowd was Jim, Jeff, Rex Townsend, Anne Schaeffer, Jeff's girlfriend (I don't remember her name), Jim's little sister Bonnie Miller, and a rotating group of SCC students. Jeff supplied the drugs. Jim supplied the camera and a large chunk of the craziness. I supplied craziness, costuming, some of the girls, and some of the beer. Rex supplied the panel truck and some of the beer. I was doing mescaline before I could vote. I suppose I regret some of it but I sure had a lot of fun at the time. And I don’t regret that goal. If people had fun they wouldn’t get so uptight.
[Crazy freak alert] We were Arizona freaks though so we went everywhere heavily armed and many of us were crack shots. This avoided a great deal of the harassment many other freak groups got. Oddly enough, we were never bothered at all when we played in the backwoods. Mind, we didn't kill anything, it was more like throwing darts a real long way.
That was my long winded way of saying we used to eat acid and play with guns.
We also made [bad] movies but we won an ASU award for a spaghetti western take off, or maybe it was one of the Captain Crackers & Lil' Weenie. Those were classics too. If it was a full real of Super 8 film it was a long movie. The OK Corral ran to almost two reels, or maybe three, it's been a day or two and Jim did all the editing.
I guess I did give up on politics. I certainly gave up on government and it's functions. I didn't quit voting until just Clinton's second year. I realized it didn't matter to me. They were just going to offer the same two morons. In the lesser races sometimes you only got one choice. Not that there wasn't humor. John Ashcroft lost a senate race to a dead man.
I guess I would have been more interested if there was a "Non of the Above" button on the ballots. And I'll bet we would have had better candidates too with that button.
More later I guess. It’s late and I’m tired.
Love to all,