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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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Apr 17, 2013 - 12:14am PT
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They were okay....i was mostly in my twenties, got laid a lot and did some climbing.
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MisterE
Social climber
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Apr 17, 2013 - 12:33am PT
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Yosemite summers
North Cascades Lookout towers
Alternative living
Home-schooling
Vegetarianism
Edgar Allen Poe
Robert Louis Stevenson
Fishing with Dad (Mike Borghoff)
Living in communes
Free School
Cars that start 75% of the time
Long bus-rides to proper schools
Gathering mushrooms in Van Zandt, icluding cubensis, cyanescens
Lighting the pot-bellied stove every morning, and peeking through the eisenglass to check the fire.
Hand-pumping water (keep the primer handy)
Proud of my wood-stack
The Lord of the Rings
Tending, chickens, horses, cows
Oil lanterns for light
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 12:58am PT
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ATW#TER: WATCHING B-52’S COMING IN TO CASTLE
Twenty five years ago
I flew out of here with a crewcut and watched
the Merced River flow
into the Sierra Nevada.
Today I’m walking between the landing lights
at the end of the runway
out Fox Ave. to the corner of Belleview.
On the ditch bank I find a discarded clawfoot
bathtub, turn it up, get in and watch
a gray squirrel pack his cheeks with seed.
In the far distance a green CAT
is plowing a field of sandy loam
raising a tempest of dust where a B-52 is turning
lining up an approach.
It takes a long time for these frankensteins
to land. Nearer a stone frame tank-house windmill
hails me.
Smell of cow-shine is pungent, more vivifying than
the cities. Blackbird croaking on the fence
was eating bashed insects off the road.
I don’t lie bombers because they usually
manage to hit some guy who hate his job.
Who thinks the big bosses are a bunch of ass-holes.
Behind me the shredded carcass of a truck tire
has been discharged to the whippoorwill.
--C.W. Moulton
[with minor corrections]
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Apr 17, 2013 - 01:04am PT
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When I arrived in Seattle the Smith Tower was still the tallest building west of the Mississippi.
The Space Needle was up but it wasn't considered a building.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Apr 17, 2013 - 02:06am PT
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Great thread. Rich on 60's perspectives.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 02:16am PT
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with rabbits and pillars of the great society in camp 4 in the golden age of "be there" or be square
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Apr 17, 2013 - 02:20am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 02:31am PT
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Nice pig! Berkeley's finest!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 03:01am PT
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With reference to the Berkeley Barb story about Huey Newton:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Garry
"The only clients of mine who go to San Quentin are the ones who lie to me."--Mr. Garry
Attorney for the People's Temple later on in the seventies, Garry's most definitely a character you should know about.
With reference to the golden age in cramp 4, in no order:
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Apr 17, 2013 - 03:12am PT
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“Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.”
― Richard Brautigan, A Confederate General From Big Sur
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Apr 17, 2013 - 03:28am PT
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Jay DeFeo - The Rose 1958-1966
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 04:51am PT
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Did we know how to tape up in the sixties? Hell no.
http://www.backcountry.com/Store/content/contentLanding.jsp?contentId=740007&INT_ID=IB12293&avad=29871_d421f9dd
We were hereos and the only tape we knew much about was on eight-tracks.
These guys made it in the sixties like we Flames, just barely. On the cusp, as it were. The cutting edge of the Grating-est De-generation.
Hurry On Sundown (See What Tomorrow Brings)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCi4gUX4oJo
Look into your mind, sigh.
Hawkwind LP, 1969.
The Pretty Things guitarist Dick Taylor, who was looking for a new venture after leaving the band, was pulled into Hawkwind playing some gigs and producing this album. After several unsuccessful attempts to capture the band's sound in the studio, it was decided simply to record it live in the studio.--Wiki knows all
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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Apr 17, 2013 - 01:42pm PT
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Great stuff....keep it coming!
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Elcapinyoazz
Social climber
Joshua Tree
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Apr 17, 2013 - 01:43pm PT
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I'm only 40, let me enjoy middle age first!
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Risk
Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
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Apr 17, 2013 - 02:11pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 11:03pm PT
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The Sons of Champlin is an American rock band, formed in the late 1960s and hailing from the San Francisco-Bay area. They are fronted by vocalist/keyboardist/guitarist Bill Champlin, who was also a member of the rock band Chicago.--the John Dill Network, aka Wikipedia
And that is all I know except you can get to Chi on $170 on Amtrak, according to my brother Tim.
Chico is considerable chi-per.
Sunset's not even in the ballpark.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Tower of Power without the blacks, if ya ask me, PIE. It's good stuff, though, and I'd still pay to see and hear them. We only had that one night on University, so I can't judge. You sonofachamp, you don't either remember that night! It coulda been Huey Lewis and you wouldn't have cared. We got crack-happy that night. Buildering drunk's not so hot when you wake up with ugly brick gobles...
I'm BS-ing. I've never seen Steve drunk except that day we kind of backed off Fairview and watched that skinny old fart TM come down after doing Lucky Streaks.
Throwpie is a solid and he ought to come on with some Sons of Champlin story soon.
The POINT, here, is that Chico closely resembles Merced, so much so, it's just spookily eerie, but
I was born in Redding, raised in a Catholic home.
Well'm I was delivered in Redding, ended up in old Merced.
Came down on the S. P. cuz Amtrak wasn't born.
I went around eighth grade, Jesus sticking in my head.
California is technically a desert, but it's man's hand on the land that's made the old sand come alive like a band in demand after having been panned; but the real gold has yet to be discovered.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 17, 2013 - 11:12pm PT
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