What has become of that erstwhile scary character, The Hippie?
I had a least two "hippies" come to the door last night.
When I was a young child in the 1960s, I did fear "hippies."
Once, when I was walking home exhausted after sledding on the hills of a a nearby park, a VW microbus pulled-up next to me. There were two male hippies in the front seats, and a hippy chick riding "bitch" between them. The one on the passenger side pulled out a pistol and pointed it out the window at me.
I jumped behind the snow bank (like I saw on Mannix) and they all started laughing at me and then drove off. When I got home, I told my mother, and she just said "eat your sandwhich."
Two thoughts.
Boomers of that generation would call in a dragnet if that happened to one of their kids today.
Second, I found it very ironic years later when I was old enough to see this iconic scene from the time.
The audience at the Blackfriars Playhouse in Staunton, VA last night had several hippies among the dozen or so (all adults) in costume. If you're wondering what a Shakespeare theater shows on Halloween, it was Titus Andronicus. I only wish they'd thought to stock the on-stage bar with lady fingers, blood oranges, steak-and-kidney pies, or something else appropriate to the occasion.
Well Ann, let me say to you what two 9 year olds said to me last night when I asked if they were supposed to be hippies: "Don't you know anything? We're Renaissance Girls."
A bum I can respect. A bum is a bum. Makes no bones about it. No rationalizations. A hippie is a counterfeit bum: all rationalizations. And always borderline criminal. Because, ya know, the system man...
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14 comments:
We all grew up, and the grandchildren of hippies have forgotten us.
WV: glist-when you are way too unimportant for even the b or c list.
"What has become of that erstwhile scary character, The Hippie?"
Maybe it's because Halloween is all about being different than normal?? ;)
She's out haunting our allies.
Wearing a hippie costume might piss off the Administration and put you on the enemies list.
What has become of that erstwhile scary character, The Hippie?
I had a least two "hippies" come to the door last night.
When I was a young child in the 1960s, I did fear "hippies."
Once, when I was walking home exhausted after sledding on the hills of a a nearby park, a VW microbus pulled-up next to me. There were two male hippies in the front seats, and a hippy chick riding "bitch" between them. The one on the passenger side pulled out a pistol and pointed it out the window at me.
I jumped behind the snow bank (like I saw on Mannix) and they all started laughing at me and then drove off. When I got home, I told my mother, and she just said "eat your sandwhich."
Two thoughts.
Boomers of that generation would call in a dragnet if that happened to one of their kids today.
Second, I found it very ironic years later when I was old enough to see this iconic scene from the time.
We had one hippie at our house this year. She was too busy texting on her Sidekick to actually say trick or treat (she had her friends do it for her.)
Scary would be to see a real hippie because all the real hippies are already dead.
They're all in DC, acting as if they really know how to run the country.
WV "improo" What you need to make your ve better.
The audience at the Blackfriars Playhouse in Staunton, VA last night had several hippies among the dozen or so (all adults) in costume. If you're wondering what a Shakespeare theater shows on Halloween, it was Titus Andronicus. I only wish they'd thought to stock the on-stage bar with lady fingers, blood oranges, steak-and-kidney pies, or something else appropriate to the occasion.
Well Ann, let me say to you what two 9 year olds said to me last night when I asked if they were supposed to be hippies: "Don't you know anything? We're Renaissance Girls."
10 Goth Kids, 3 Goth Parents, only 1 kid dressed as a hippie.
A bum I can respect. A bum is a bum. Makes no bones about it. No rationalizations. A hippie is a counterfeit bum: all rationalizations. And always borderline criminal. Because, ya know, the system man...
Meade commented:
> "Scary would be to see a real
> hippie because all the real
> hippies are already dead."
Stay fearful, as somehow Hugh "Wavy Gravy" Romney remains kicking & rehashing Woodstock
Ah yes, Mud Bowl 1969.
My grandchildren have not forgotten.
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