Bell Bottom Jeans and Jimi Hendrix

was a time of bell bottoms Jimi Hendrix, Grace Slick and the Airplane.

It White Rabbit,Along the Watchtower, Light my Fire and Crystal Ship.

.Kent State was fresh in our minds and Viet Nam roared.

We lost Jimi , Janet and Jim. We paid homage from our hearts. It was a loss

we all seemed to feel deeply.  An entire generation was caught up here.

There was Haight Ashbury, peace love and dope. The Hog farm,

Timothy Leary was as a god as was Tom Ozley. These makers of our stream of conscience and spiritual awakening. Feared by establishment and adored by the rest. Peace tabs, window pane and double domes. Blotter and Twenty Five. Uppers , downers and some in between to even us out. Acupolco Gold and Panama Red, mescaline and mushrooms, pharmaceutical speed , Black Beauties and Dexadrine.

Free love was everywhere. From coast to coast just ask and receive. No thought to guilt just a gift to another person had no thought or meaning.  Man it was ok. Ball was the word and every woman was on the pill. There was almost no sexual disease and then contained to the crabs or VD.

We would sleep in cars and bath in resevoirs. Peace demonstrations in DC. It was not strange to see several hundred thousand there. Even in my uniform I did protest. This was a ghastly machine killing our boys. I am ashamed that so many of them were so maligned upon their return. They simply did the bidding of those cowards that sent them away. Fifty Eight thousand dead. What a criminal offense and an offense to God. It was well over a million Asians killed and what a shame for them as well.

There have been movies trying to glorify our actions there. It is just a big lie.

Johnson was a war criminal and profited greatly through his companies. Nixon was no better but I believe he had better intentions. This can be argued but I am not here for that.

In my life I have come from three tv stations in black and white to seeing the first man in space, the first man on the moon, a president resign. And a space shuttle blow up. The killing of our president and I know where I was each time. I know what I was doing and where. Martin Luthor king assassinated, race riots and segregation. Cities burned to the ground and why? For this monster called government.

Jonestown and moonies , Ruby Ridge  and Waco, it never stops.

I am sure by this verse I will be tracked and what a sin that is.

I also spoke with a man that actually talked with Annie Oakley and ran a farm. What a gift that was to speak to him. They used to operate a thing called the Grange. They operated as one for the good. Mind you I believe in capitalism but then this was a good idea. No nonsense thinking.