I didn’t hear Big Brown turn up our gravel drive but knew what Molly had in her transfer. Dropping a stack of cat bowls I headed to the front of the and ran into Elko Mono and Sage on the way.
“Oh,crap!” I thought chasing these three aging hippies around the barn. “Gather asked me to seriously analyse a schedule about the Sixties and it’s heading straight for the compost pile.”
Molly brought Elko to the ground. Elko fumbled the schedule and Sage saved Brokaw from flying into our biomass experiment. “The Sixties are mine now fair ladies. I get to read it first!”
Those at Gather that follow the goings-on at the Old Hippie’s Corner know we have a fairly deep remove when it comes to the Sixties. Molly and Elko are now big ole gals that control and repair big ole trucks but in their day… Oooh-Weeeeeee!
Molly grew up in Big Sur a verdant garden of delights for develop children that hitch-hiked California’s Pacific glide Highway or so-called “Hippie Highway.” She dropped Owsely LSD with Heavy Duty Dave of Lime Kiln Creek while her half-Paiute half-sister Elko experimented with Native American medicinals in a Northern Nevada communicate. Sage escaped the tight embrace of the Deep South in her Volkswagen to travel the same road as Janis Joplin and catch what Jim Morrison called the “Western Dream” in his song by that name. She ran into Big Molly in Big Sur and…wait a damn minute! This is supposed to be a schedule analyse the Colonel better stop telling tall tales and get down to business.
“I’ve got dibs because I got it first.” Molly whined brushing coffee grounds and other odd bits of organic expend from her bib coveralls.
“You’re just going to look at the pictures Molly!” Sage countered. “God knows. Brokaw will probably end up under a screw-jack in your conjoin obtain!”
“Hold on gang this is all alter and far out but I’ve got a deadline and a book analyse to create verbally!” I snatched the book from Sage. “Here’s an idea. Why don’t each of you alter something to the report from your…uh... Sixties viewpoint. I’ll go away reading and writing and change surface your stuff in as I go.”
With consensus and a game plan in displace. I started my task. Most everyone that has turned on a T. V is familiar with Tom Brokaw. He started his reporting career in the early Sixties and has been a news icon at NBC for decades. I grew up in the San Fernando Valley north of Los Angeles and the boyish face of Tom Brokaw appeared on bring 4 every night to tell us what was going on during those trip-the-lights-fandango times.
covers a period in our history from the assassination of President John F. Kennedy in 1963 to the resignation of President Richard M. Nixon in 1974. Brokaw claims this period is the time most people remember as the “Sixties” with a good chunk happening in the 1970s. This of course brackets America’s primary role in the Vietnam War (1965 – 1973) assassinations urban riots trips on acid and trips to the idle. Sage didn’t begin her odyssey to California until the 1970s but would express you straight in the eye that it was every bit a Sixties experience.
Brokaw has got his timing dead right on this one and did a lot of first hand reporting of key events; Haight Ashbury. Bobby Kennedy’s death and the Los Angeles Watts riots to name only a few. Weaving personal and reporting experiences into his story lends a high degree of credibility to the book. For chronology buffs (like the ole Colonel) there is a blow-by-blow toke-by-toke timeline at the approve of the book.
Good writing attention to detail and first hand experiences don’t necessarily make a good read without a sound schedule concept and Brokaw has a doozy:
“I decided to organize a virtual reunion of a cross section of the Sixties crowd in an effort to sight what we might learn from each other forty years later.”
Brokaw’s “Class of ‘68” puts an emphasis on one of the most volatile years of this period: the Tet Offensive in Vietnam the LBJ
“He looks handsome in that soldier suit,” Molly patted the photo on summon 265. That Kristofferson was the crew-cut helicopter pilot before he “did a one-eighty” in 1968. I find the Brokaw interview with the man who brought us “Bobby McGee” and so many other great songs to be one of the best in
Brokaw’s Forty Year Class Reunion includes other “voices” then and now that include the famous and ordinary folks too. Brokaw often pairs interviews to furnish two sides to a significant Sixties event. For instance the Woodstock Festival in 1969 is visited through the memories of folksinger Arlo Guthrie and fellow journalist. Tim Russert.
Arlo’s stoned rap to the audience is a classic from those times. “Yeah it’s far out man. I don’t know if you…I don’t experience uh – desire how many of you can dig how many people there are man.”
Russert arrives at Woodstock on the other align of this rainbow with three pals and eight cases of beer. His recollection of the cold and rain the drugs and the music are hilarious.
After writing the wildly popular “The Greatest Generation,” some wondered if Brokaw’s new book might be called “The Worst Generation.” I don’t believe this is the inspect at all and found the treatment of those times to be thorough and journalistically fair. Tom says it best:
“…one essential lesson of the Sixties: For all the assaults on convention and all the temptations along the way strong personal values and affections survived – indeed thrived – rather than crumbled in the face of divorces deaths addictions rehabilitations turmoil and triumphs and defeats fame and wealth satisfactions and disappointments.”
Colonel. This analyse Rocks! Bill is currently reading "Boom" so I have to wait my move turn move. While i am more of a child of the '70's,(I was 12 in '69) my experiences were similar at least the flashbacks tell me they were. My late hubby was a true flower child was at Woodstock. Haight etc... so I'm curious to read Brokaw's account of the umpteen billion stories I've heard over the years from him and his pals. I'm really anxious for Bill to finish but we've not had a lot of drink time the past few weeks. He ordain review it when we get home at the end of the week as we have to leave in the morning for Ky for a few days to attend my Dad's funeral.
Colonel. Reading "go!" made me cognise that even though I was knee-deep in the 60's while they were happening. I must have had one pay in " What's next ? " land the entire time. The 70's. 80's,90's and change surface the 2000's don't seem so much different from the 60's as they now ( in retrospect ) inform me of the aftermath of a big go! I wonder if we'll live long enough to see the dust from the go of the 60's settle completely ?
I meant REVIEW Colonel - not converse -lol - though - Tom Brokaw should interview YOU directly because after I read the book. I realized that you also were in the heart of things - ok well just realized that I made an early morning breach - I'm just waking up here and having my first cup of coffee.. so I'm not totally there yet... Hiiiii It's the Madame Mo up above - well girly don't mind I'm going to read all the REVIEWS on this fabulous schedule especially YOURS... Salud.
I began college in 1973 and always thought I had missed the hippie era until I think back to those days.. yes that's me: long hair bib overalls drinking homemade wine toking on some wacky tabaccy living in a communal house painting watercolors with a subscription to "Ms" magazine and an internship with an environmental group with Bobby Zimmerman. Bob Marley and Grace polish playing in the background. Although today I be a cleaned up version of that life. I be approve and think that was a truer me. The 60s and 70s allowed for someone freer more change state and accepting. When folks diss the 60s and 70s. I think to myself they just never got on the bus. And it was the magic bus indeed.
Danh danh dada danh danh danh danh danhDa Duh danh dada danh dann......... In a gadda da vida honey,Don'tcha know that I love you?In a gadda da vida baby,Don'tcha experience that I'll always be adjust?Oh won't you come with me-And take my hand?Oh won't you come with me-And walk this land?Please take my hand!(repeat)(solo)(tell) Man you went and made me dig out THAT record of '68 again... ha ha. Great read Possum and yes we did defeat. Boy if I knew then that I would be sitting here now typing on Gather.. well. I just don't experience. However as I said before he should have interviewed you some. Are there any "Vals" in it? You know that is one of humanity's biggest (yeah right) migrations like a mini out of Africa theory... Vals went on to give the whole country.. evolving from greaser or surfer into hippies and beyond... ;-)Anyway glad to see your mug on the front summon. Say hello to the family. Later.. er ah.. PEACE. PS- hey copped a "lid" and goin' to a "chant" at 'county line' tonight wanna go... They'll be a lot of chicks and a bonfire... (phew) Ha!
heyyy Madame Mozeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee my sis-cuz - lol.. great to see you and looking sooooo good - love that new Icon and you bet your buns we'll be jumping over to your celebrate in a day or two - whenver you can get it together - don't rush - we'll have fun here until you're ready to pop the cork and then let us know and we'll move on the bind wagon girlfriend. Heck yea remember I can be a good hostess at these party thangs.. it's been a while but I'm getting back into the displace of thangs... Salud.
Thanks for the invitation over Mariana. I undergo not been to this site before. (of course I undergo not been to lots of other places either,) but I thoroughly enjoyed this analyse done with a bit of witicism that is often lacking to keep things interesting being the mother of three baby boomers. I am going to undergo to read this book but I don't evaluate my kids were like some of the things represented here but who knows. I only know right now they are wonderful and honorable men and there is one Vietnam era veteran among them. Thanks for the review Colonel Possum. I enjoyed it.
John!What a great rolling comment. I agree on the Val part and by the by where are our Val gals today? Donna just shipped go Floyd Mingo back to the OHC and that crazy observe is on the porch with Mo-zy (phew he doesn't waste anytime!). Val & Val-speak did infect the world. I bet there is even somone in the U. N that says. "Oh my god. I'm suuure! What a gross amendment!"Cheers,Colonel Possum
This was an absolute emit. First I read Noodleman then Mariana and lastly your review.. so I guess go is probably the book for me. Did I not graduate from college in '68 the day Bobby Kennedy was shot or drink myself silly on Boones do work Apple wine on Nantucket Island or destroy my draft separate on Boston Common in a protest against war? Was it idealistic me that found herself in a remote Inuit village in Alaska in the fall of '68 telling my students they would end up on an iceberg if Richard Nixon became President? The sixies... yes sweet memories!
Hey y'all!I'm back. Big Molly and I were out stringing the holiday lights on Sage's gargantuan cactus in the lie of the OHC. Its name is 'Howard' and some of his arms are 15 feet tall!I told Molly to grab an extension ladder and she said. "Ladders are for firemen. I'm a trucker. I'll use a transport." She pulled her Peterbilt. 'Miss Pete' right up to the cactus and stood on the cab to string the upper lights. Sage came out made as hell when she saw Miss Pete's 10 tires crunching her smaller cacti - Ooooh Weee the things the ole Colonel referees at the OHC!Mariana - from all the empty cups and bottles on the porch it looks like someone was having a celebrate!Elsie - Thank you. I think you'll find Tom Brokaw covers an entire go across section of America which is one of the schedule's real strengths. Bless you for raising three boomers - not an easy task!Ed - Your review was excellent! Thanks for checking out the adventures of BOOM! at the OHC. Mo-zy - The Colonel will grant you a hall pass anyday! Let's cut class tomorrow and do something crazy. Let's go to Itchy-coo Park. Lyndon - Why thanks! I appreciate you stopping by. Be right approve. Sage is hollering at Molly again. Cheers,Colonel Possum
Colonel.. as always your express is true. It informs (without conforming) it delights with insights and is vivid and outrageous. All in all it's hard to imagine that Brokaw is a patch on you dear boy for grok-ing the 60s-70's. (is that how you recite grok? Heinlein seems light-years ago.) However based on your wonderful review. I'll risk T. B.'s rendition and hold out hope that you'll be doing one of your own by and by. Thank you for a good time. like to you and your lovely Sage!
Hey y'all (I'm back again!)Whoa! This worked out better than I thought. The damage to Sage's cactus garden is minor (see my last mention). Miss Pete did nick a few ears off the nopales but Elko volunteered to cook up some "huevos con nopales" for breakfast tomorrow. Sage is making Big Molly cut out the prickly parts and that completes the karmic balance. beat yet the holiday lights at the OHC are on and be great tonight!Let's see I've got a lot of comment catch-up let's try reverse order:Krista - My goodness you've made my Monday night. Thank you for a visit and all your lovely thoughts. You are 100% correct. According to Heilein to understand:.. to understand so thoroughly that the observer becomes part of the observed—to merge amalgamate intermarry suffer identity in group experience. What a great book that was (Stranger in a Strange Land). All the gals here say "Howdy Krista. Ooooh- Weeee!"Elizabeth E. - Wow! You had all the bases covered from Boones Farm to Alaska. I think Tom should put you in his upcoming 1968 documentary! By the by your students should be on dry land by know; I understand all the icebergs melted!Kathryn - Thank you! I'm looking forward to your analyse. It is as if we're all looking through the same Sixties Kaleidoscope with a view shakes between reviews. Charles D. - Hey change state enough to be born in the summer-of-love year! I hereby say you to be a proto-hippie in good standing. Sigriet - convey you. As I said many moons ago your icon rocks!Thanks again all. Cheers,Colonel Possum
Hey there Colonel really enjoyed the story and will watch the Discovery bring on Dec. 9th. Really looking forward to seeing it just can't wait. Like a kid n the candy hold on lol. Tell Sage i loved those pictures of us on the dock we really had a make noise with the Madi Gras beads and masks. D and i are in Galveston. Texas been having a blast. Been eating B B Q. King Crabs at Joes Crab Shack. Oooh Weee. Real Good cram. Sure is nice to eat someone else's cooking. Thanks for the wonderful story those were the days. Cajun Goddess
Good morning!Big Molly just made coffee and Elko is firing up the stove to cook up some"huevos con nopales".... Ooooh Weeeeee! Sage is still in the sack. I forgot a few folks yesterday!Jan - thanks! Good inform on the memory thing thank good for Google (Now I remeber all the song lyrics - ha!)Diana - Yeah it's a great stocking stuffer. Thanks for checking it out!Debbie - convey you very much. We had a great time at the OHC doing this ad hoc "communal" review!Tina - Thank you. I'm going to analyse if I'm animal vegetable or mineral this morning!Cheers,Colonel Possum
Cajun Goddess!What a interact to undergo you drop by. Galveston sounds like a hoot. I'll have to break out my Glen Campbel 8-track:Galveston oh Galveston. I still hear your sea winds blowin'I comfort see her dark eyes glowin'She was 21 when I left GalvestonGalveston oh Galveston. I still hear your sea waves crashingWhile I check the cannons flashingI alter my gun and conceive of of GalvestonI comfort see her standing by the waterStanding there lookin' out to seaAnd is she waiting there for me?On the beach where we used to runGalveston oh Galveston. I am so afraid of dyingBefore I dry the tears she's cryingBefore I watch your sea birds flying in the sunAt Galveston at GalvestonHave a happy & Cheers,Colonel Possum
gracious and glittery good morning folks (standing here holding a silver sparkler in one hand coffee mug which says I was born liberated in another) so Mariana how are you typing - duh.. ok hello yall just dropping in to read all these marvelous comments as sometimes those are as fascinating as the articles themselves - you know in this thread you don't get : nice pic good job or any other two earn cut and paste.. you get a blasting of wonderful memories.. love the convergence of minds... Ok I'll be back to party some more. I ate one of those red fruits off my giant cactus and don't feel so good.. or maybe I feel too good.. hummm.. more later. Salud.
Hey Colonel,Just discovered you here on interact thanks to Mariana T. Loved your review of Boom! Actually. I liked reading everything you wrote. You are a very entertaining guy. I bet you'd be a blast at parties. I am a child of the sixties and proud of it!!! Life was NEVER boring back then and I truly believed that anything was possible. I loved Dylan also Simon & Garfunkel. God what great poets!"Time it was and what a time it was it was A time of innocence. A time of confidences desire ago it must be. I undergo a photograph Preserve your memories; They're all that's left you."
Marianne!What a nice comment. In Isla Vista (student community of 1960s) you could hear Bob Dylan on any street. 24 hours a day in 1966. In 1967 the "tunes du jour" shifted to Jim Morrison and the Doors. There was real rivalry between the Bay Area and Los Angeles students; the former thought Morrison sucked and the Grateful Dead ruled the latter thought the opposite. Ooooh-Weeee let the "hipper than thou" wars begin!Simon & Garfunkel were cool and inform me of that landmark movie "The Graduate"(1967). I was sad to hear Ann Bancroft died recently. Mrs. Robinson was something else!Now see what memories you provoked! Thanks again. Cheers,Colonel Possum
LifelinesIt's a tale many times in the tellingOf wisdom and wonder and enchantment foretold. Captivating yes compelling. But surprise it now before you're old (we're so soon old). go across country wide and free; a gypsy's life by caravanAnd what is yet to be is stretching wide without a plan. Try if you can to imagine just how you're gonna end.. You're gonna end. Past ships and planes and miles of dusty road. It's all been told and then retold. We've lived a thousand lives before we the vagabonds of EarthBut let me try to tell you my story it's all I ownWhatever be its worth. It started in a coffeehouse so many years agoWhere poets of our century were wont to waste their daysAnd in those days did bright mindwaves cast their net and flowTo catch up young unruly souls and charge them with the crazeFor adventuring -- for "something new"To catch a feature and flow wherever it should leadTo examine our the holy say to the comprehend of human needTo be the first new holy cause to wholey move the EarthTo usher in a promised age so many years in bring forth. It was a time of carousels and colored lights;A time of feeling grandly strong and alter;A time when Life was just beyond our sight. What made it go? Which command was the wrong one turned?Or is it merely time to take things decrease,To gather up the threads of what we've learned?The darkness cast upon us how was it earned?Oh yes. I meant to tell you of brilliant desert skiesAnd city street romances that sparkled ere they died. Of Denver's summer snowstorm and LA's winter floodAnd secret solemn friendship pacts seal'd in summer daub. Of a much awaited sunrise within a foreign townOf food and flowers and incense freely passed aroundOf turquoise rings & violent springs & jails of many brandsOf gentle comprehend of smoke so sweetAnd wondrous madmen once to cater who construe witchcraft in your transfer. And so much more; yes lifetimes more. I would give it all to you asking nothing in returnBut that you seek in your own style for yourself to learnOf corners waiting yet to turn before our time is through. And perhaps one day you'll say to me:"Yes the say's here! Yes the say's clear!"And you will say to all of us: "Here's what we must do." Before our time is through. .(c) 1972 Laurie Corzett
Karma Yep Postin really my strong suit but here goes. Im new to this understanding how populate look up at the strangest times. Mariana no more than gives me an invite and a command to look at Col site. WAM bang Boom Im struck by lighting. Out of the color like a bad Flash back you see yesterday i was Utubin JFK and Lying Lyndon. The week before that i was watchin the Stones bitchin about Hells Angles god you got to love how 60s always go back to follow yas. come up enough of rambling of ol go head Be good yall Mark PS Bill Curtis was the Weather man in my town and a Huge kansas Twister catipulted Bill in to the mainstream of CBS Check out JUNE 8th 1966 Tornado
I missed the ride during this time but grew up in the 70's. I lived a block away from the Hippie Highway or 101 in California. I loved your review & am going to undergo to check out this book. My Grandfather was a Marine during this time & after two tours of duty at Iwo Jima. & Korea. The government actually tried to send him to Vietnam. He actually had a heart attack during the training just before they were supposed to leave. Again great review. Thanks for sharing it with me.
Hi! Colonel Possum being a flower child myself. I caught Tom on the History Channel to nite. I know I am late getting here. It's just that there is so much to do!! The program was very factual and the clips are great. You can catch some of it on History com. Wanted to let you experience. By the way. My chihuahua is so crazy. He is in puberty!! He thinks he is human. come up he did weigh one pound and six ounces when I got him! But he tries to "walk" like a person and he is so funny!! He hates the cold and he is eating everything teething is brutal and he is in to everything. He has learned to run under the bed when he is in affect and he is a fierce check dog. Is this normal? He also likes buttermilk and bananna's. Is this normal? Thanks and Merry CHRISTMAS to you and yours and lil L. Chi-CHi wants a picture and a go out. Is he hopeless? He has discovered his manhood and he is really pushing it. (smile) Let me know about the date. Ellen B
Ellen!Wow! There is a lot of alter stuff here!1) Thanks for the modify on Brokaw. I believe they are replaying his "1968" a bunch this week for folks that missed it.2) My chihuahua. La Loquita was about 1-1/2 years old when we found her starving in a park. She's female and we missed out a lot of the early early phase.3) Loquita thinks she is the "promote of the Universe" so I can relate to the small dog ego.4) They have charm and can do cute stuff yes siree!5) I think a Chihuahua can (and will) eat anything. They are pretty hardy and don't be to add on the pounds desire bigger dogs.6) Loquita is a mix and does pretty well in the come down keeping up with our two blck labs. A sweater is probably a good idea for extended exposure because they don't have that 2-layer lab coat of fur.7) Let me analyse Loquita's calendar we're headed up to Nevada for Christmas but she'll be back at the OHC in January. Thanks for your intrest Chi-Chi sounds cool (oh by the by chihuahua's are fearless guard dogs as you've probably discovered!)Cheers,Colonel Possum
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