The 1970s. I grew up in Los Angeles county in the San Fernando Valley. Ten to twenty years old- roughly. 1968 to 1978. These are my stories.
The wild ways of being young,
Not caring about anything,
No reflection or ambition,
Blind eye gratification,
Lacking ways more brilliant,
Dirt in toes,
Grassy butt,
Bloody elbow and broken weeds.
Wild, wild, wild wonder.
I am using voice recognition. It’s a bit slow but I think it will get better. I like talking and writing. The words are slow and more thoughtful. Continuing projects is how I enjoy my life. A poem above about being wild and young.
1973
Punk Rock Historian, Colleague and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
If you lived as a teen in the late ’70s or during the ’80s you were most likely riding the original wave or skating the rebellious cement of the original punk rock scene in some way, shape or form. Mike sent me a CD in the mail, like the good old days, of an early interview with Slash Magazine and Flipside Fanzine on Rodney on the ROQ. I am airing it again today. Mike said it was OK to post this on my blog.
Imagine from Flipside fanzine taken by Larry Lash
Mike sells more than just records and seems to have a lot of music and things that document the early punk scene. I also purchased a CD from him of The Jam playing the Whisky A Go Go. A thrill for me to find. I am delighted to receive this CD. My mentors speak! I was most likely listening to this on my parents’ old WW II German Telefunken radio. WOW!
Enjoy and thanks Mike Vallejo! A friend indeed.
The last audio 7 ends abruptly. I wrote a letter to Kickboy-face after hearing this live back when it was on the air. He wrote back a week later. Also I danced with him at the Whisky A Go Go live to Madness. It is strange but this captures pre Elks Lodge Riot... we all know how that turned out!!
X-8- A Flipside Crew Trip to San Francisco ’79. photo by Peter Landswick (AL, Hud, Pete and X-8)
Rodney on the ROQ Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and Slash Magazine.
I know that the nasty Slash characters played a song trick or two on Rodney… did you catch it… an utmost synchronicity for me…
Winter is often a time to reflect as the fire burns. In a year I will be a senior citizen and like my mom told me, “I may be old on the outside… but I still feel young on the inside!” I still yell the rebel call now and then too! So What?!
Punk nostalgia is a good thing.
I was thinking about my parent’s home today. Over 55 years it was the home of my heart and my youthful years. A place to visit and be loved. Now that it is gone to me, I still like to think upon it and share how great it was. Building tree forts, running away from my dad cause he was being a drunk ass, or enjoying the great fires he would make in the fireplace. Mom’s cooking was always a delight to sit down to.
“We just want to live a lovely life.” ~ Steve Ignorant
I miss the wild freedom the Flipside Fanzine people had to create and speak out. It was an overwhelming experience all the time. The great, foolish and profound characters that we promoted and shared rebellion with, I miss them too. So punk nostalgia is a good friend to remember. Punk has transformed into a different animal. It ain’t what it was. Shows are vastly bigger. Yet, in contrast to this are the small free shows at local bars, when you can find them. I like local now ! I don’t like driving the freeways anymore if I don’t have to.
“Just because we give the impression that life’s a certain way because of technology, there are still people having a rough time of it. So there are bands trying to do it, and there always will be. You’ve just got to go and find them.” ~ Steve Ignorant
I miss the wilds of my youth to run up green hills in Spring and slide down them on cardboard boxes. I miss going to shows where I knew all the players. I had something to offer them then.
1976 – 1977
Son of Sam
I miss dancing at clubs. The Mind Shaft in Calabasas CA was a great little spot to dance. It was a small tree fort type bar with a dance area and small stage for the usual loser cover bands. We drank outside before entering because we were under age. The drug & drinking scene was damn low-key at the time. No police, no trouble, just a little town. I was asleep, for most parts, to the world around me.
I heard a song today that reminds me of the Mind Shaft. The song No One Knows, by Queens Of The Stone Age reminds me of a song that a few of the cover bands drank through. I mean while trying to play their instruments and while stumbling and singing. We still danced.
Yes, it is a similar tune. Funny how certain riffs and tunes can blow over into new generations of music. I guess if you live that long, one can pick up on these things. Lost songs that sound like this song woke me up, as well, as the vast amount of serial killers. Fun and scary times.
1977 Holly Who and Sue Blue with our Mind Shaft T-Shirts, Our Mind Shaft Days summer of ’77
“…Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I find comment ’bout my looks irrelativity,
Think I’ll go and have some fun,
‘Cos it’s all for free.
I’m not searching for a reason to enjoy myself…,”
– Yardbirds
Had one of those dreams of being back at the scene of the 1980s. A club morphed into a Golden Voice show! The tight feelings were there of knowing all the bands and the characters and players! Jim Kaa of the Crowd was talking in my ear when brother Gus showed up. We are not talking these days, but in this dream, we approached each other for a forgiving hug when I turned into myself. How I look now.
I asked myself if I had the password to get into the show? I said it does not matter because I am in and not going anywhere!
Lots of guys from bands were roaming around! I was consciously aware enough to dig being back in the middle of things. Running around and being part of what was happening…like everyone else there! My scene, my friends, something to offer and cover! Al approached me; we then were at an adjoining Chinese restaurant. We were shooting the breeze! I was wondering where the bar was ’cause a cold beer sounded good to ease my social tension!
Al Flipside had a new computerized contraption that took pictures, recorded bands, and interviewed bands; ready for documenting the whole scene. All from a large black computer book!
He was on the cutting edge and creative as usual. As we were eating our noodles a band came on! Al said he had to go see about a band. I told him go ahead I will watch over your noodles until you get back!!
I awoke from the dream with a missing feeling of belonging once to a music scene that was overwhelming wild and unpredictable. I was spoiled then! My heart will always mourn those days of youthful rebellion!
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Connecting up with the mythos of the film/book and theme song made my struggle in the world of rock & roll and journalism seem strangely important. I identified strongly with all of the female characters from Jacqueline Susann’s book.
Where else was I to find women role models in the world I was part of? It was my continuity with the struggle of women reaching out to me from the 1960s.
An echo of a women’s revolution that is often overlooked today.
At the end of the film there is a Valley of The Dolls ending song that is a direct response to the original theme song. The film ends on a positive note for Anne… but this is of course not the case in the novel.
Theme song from Valley of the Dolls and I Say A Little Prayer are songs which speak to an individual woman and to all women. The songs speak to all individuals and to all people who collectively struggle with life and finding their identity in this paradoxical world. Also, a questioning of our humanity for each other and for something beyond us all.
“Ashley St. Ives: You’re a groovy boy. I’d like to strap you on sometime.”
~ Beyond the Valley of the Dolls
The theme song from Valley of The Dolls had a profound meaning for me as a young woman growing up in the underground music scene of Los Angeles. At that time things like records were not easy to find. Before technology came to making things fast there was a time when waiting to see if you could find it was a thrill.
Will I find that old record at a thrift store or will I see that forgotten film on late night TV?
Valley Of The Dolls is a novel by American writer Jacqueline Susann, published in 1966 and the film came out 1967. A quid pro quo for the 1960s.
I read the book, viewed the film, when I could, and found the Scepter 45 vinyl at a thrift store. I engaged it as part of who I was struggling to become as a woman in a male dominate punk rock scene. I played it on a few of my broadcasts. Flipside Fanzine KFJC Radio 1984.
RIP Patty Duke.
Also a great film labeled as a comedy… 1970.
“For [Aleister] Crowley, who was a painter himself, the artist ranked above the magician on the totem pole of illuminism, and he considered poetry and art as precious tools for transmutimg one’s innermost psychic visions…”
Pg. 92 Wormwood Star, Spencer Kansa
Magic is fleeting as is a synchronicity. In contrast to this is the focus upon something that is fleeting. Art and poetry often catch the essence of a fleeting beauty, feeling or moment. The continuity of fleeting moments seem like a continuous projection of a single life. As a kid I use to draw little images in the corner of a large pad of paper. Flipping through the fleeting images we have animation. For me, life is animation for our growing soul.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fleeting/
“This he [she] feels, is my proper vocation, this is the optimum, the law, the life for me to live. Here I find the degree of equilibrium, safety, calm and leisure which I need, or here I find the challenge, passion, fight, and hardship with which my soul’s energy expires.”
~ Pg. 256 Par. 1, The Varieties of Religious Experience William James
Making fruit salad this morning is a proper thing to do for breakfast. It is when I got to the pineapple, after the strawberries, that I thought about Dad. He was the one that showed me how to cut up a pineapple. He grew up on the California Santa Monica Pier.
His mother gave him his own stand on the pier selling pineapple. She set him up good for a young teen. He cut up the pineapple and sold pineapple on a stick.
All profits were his to keep. Along with diving off the end of the pier for two bits, or body building at the original Muscle Beach, his stories where nice to hear while he taught me just this skill.
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross. To see a fine lady upon a white horse, With rings on her fingers, And bells on her toes. She shall have music, Wherever she goes.
~ Nursery rhyme
Watching “That ’70s Show” with the teenage son last night took me back when I was actually a teenager at that time. Some of the show is superficially realistic.
There were the pot smoking circles of deep reflection…ha ha. The same record (vinyl) playing repeatedly. Sex was a big deal as well as a girlfriend or boyfriend. The same old thing…my kids have a different experience.
It got me thinking about the time when my dad was asked over to my boyfriend’s house. I was 15 and went missing.
I was gone for two days and no one knew where I was. Even my brother Greg looked out over the valley concerned that I may have been abducted.
Mike’s dad said to my dad,
“So your daughter and my son are having relations.”
My dad gave a strange look,
“You mean they are copulating?”
Of course, Mike’s dad laughed and said,
“Something like that…”
Mike and I were in the room and we were a bit scared. They had found us hiding in the attic above Mike’s parent’s house. Mike had a nice little set up, like a ’70s van with food, beer and pot. We had two days of copulating and I even read a book. Well that was the real version of “That ’70s Show!”
This takes me to the word my dad used, copulating. Tonight, Venus will merge with Jupiter in the night sky. It will not be a Venus Observa!
“Technical term for the male-superior sexual position, which Adam tried and failed to impose on Lilith, and which the Catholic church designated the only legal position for marital intercourse, since it afforded the least pleasure to the wife. Patriarchal societies generally opposed such female-superior sexual positions as those favored by the worshiper of Shiva and Hecate, and by medieval witches who, as the nursery rhyme says, rode on top of their “cock-horses.”
~ Pg. 1044 Barbara G. Walker
Tonight, Venus is doing her magic. Lilith will be proud and a few happy men!! As Jupiter and Venus merge tonight guess who will be on top??
* The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets
There is a fresh graffiti / slang near the front of my home. I posted an image of it on Facebook. I just wanted to see the reaction that I would get when I asked others how they read it. This graffiti / slang takes me back to the 1970s. When the graffiti was usually lyrics from a song. I had a boyfriend in middle school. He was older and in High School. I remember the excitement around school when such lyrics showed up on the wall near classes. He broke in the night before and he spray painted the wall with these lyrics,
“Black white green red
Can I take my friend to bed…”
He got my attention and my innocence soon enough. Yet I have not told anyone until today…. that he did it for me. We all need to feel special now and then. This song always makes me smile. Looking back at the 1970s: songs and fires in trash cans rumbled and tuned us kids on!! No hard feelings!!
One song to the next…all about a song!!
A Cold Wind in August (1961) is a low-budget independent film directed by Alexander Singer and adapted from the eponymous novel by Burton Wohl. The film stars a Lola Albright as a mentally unbalanced burlesque show stripper in her thirties who becomes involved in a torrid romance with a 17-year-old boy played by Scott Marlowe
Netflix and their unknown B movies always are the best. B movies seem more realistic to me and down to earth. This is a delightful little story about a short romance.
A young man Vito is just finding his sexuality and an older woman Iris is slowly losing the charm of a once very provocative and talented life. She is learning to make the usual compromises when her air-conditioning goes out.
The father superintendent is too exhausted to go to the room where the beautiful woman is, so he sends his son.
Papa Perugino is a wise man. He wears his insight on his face at the beginning of the film, and it turns out to be true. I think this film incorporates romance and intimacy very well. It leaves a lot to the imagination, but the passions show on the faces of the actors. It is very believable.
The characters in the film are earthy and the environment in the city is symbolically hot, and the drinks are extremely refreshing. The ending of this film is predictable but understandable. All and all this film takes you away to a nice little romance that flares up and cools down.
I look forward to viewing it again.
I passed by this film a few times. It is Sunday so I took a chance. I love when I do this because I always find some interesting B movies that are better than most films coming out today.
The Flight That Disappeared has that melodrama drive-in movie feel to it. I like that. The message of the film has a powerful anti-nuclear weapons motif.
The big film Contact written by Carol Sagon kind of rips this film off, if only indirectly. SO here we go…the future comes to the present, out of time and space, to warn us about the destructive forces of building weapons used in war that are fucking insane. Happily, the scientists and lobbyists come to their senses and listen to what has been told to them and destroy all of their notes.
I wish this was the case in the real world. The three main characters have a dream, similar to a near death experience, and see the destruction of life on this planet;
A scientist, a mathematician and a scientist/ lobbyist.
The mathematician is a sexy dame too with a beauty mark above her left cheek. Smart, pretty but not too quick. Sorry no sex scenes in the bathroom and no waitresses with push-up bras.
Good acting too!!
Do you ever not like hearing this song?
While growing up my home had a lot of musical diversity around the house. The German Telefunken radio was usually playing what my mom or dad liked; Jazz or local radio channels. There was not a large section of radio channels back from the 1950s through to the 1970s. This made is easy to hear your favorite songs. Just like TV, everyone was listening to the same channels and that had a community sense of continuity to it.
I have written this before…my first 45 record was Love Me tender by Elvis. I played the 45 on my little portable hand-held record player. Oh boy, It was rather large compared to hand-held devices of today and a lot cooler too. One of the older siblings had a 8 track cassette player in his car. I remember hearing the Beatles’ Rubber Soul in his Hot Rod Ford Falcon. By eight years old ! I knew all the songs off the album by heart. Then there were vinyl LP’s; Donovan, The Seeds and I think Cream might have been around in home somewhere?
Teen Idols and the world of music !?
Teen idols were someone to mock and make faces at. I still feel even stronger about this today!! For me it was the music that moved me. The lyrics and the tunes that got me going. Even Elvis Presley and the Beatles only got the ‘crush-thing-going’ pale in comparison. It is their character that got me. How they dressed and how they spoke. I always focused on who they were as a person then the usual sex object to be swooned over. Even with all my experiences with music and rock stars or anti-rockstarism over the years, I have kept this solid in my perspective as,
Later on when deep in the bowels of the musical beast I made a promise to myself. If those overwhelming feelings of ‘Idol-love’ consumed me I would blow. I made a vow never to go out on a date or fall in love with a band member; even if only indirectly and from afar!! The idea of “Idol,” “Icon,” or “rock star,” repels me. It was not easy…but it can be done !!
Now imagine driving (before-drivers license) in you older brother’s Ford Falcon, when he is not around, and pushing on the gas pedal down to this song…. my first sense of musical power. Here comes Big Bruiser…the hill that helps you fly over the San Fernando Valley. Ha HA Ha !!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/teen-age-idol/
1960s straight legged pant suit.
As we approach this year’s Aquarius celebration of Saturn and Jupiter both in 0 degrees Aquarius 2020 December 21st, I think back upon a time of my life when this song from the musical Hair was immensely popular. I have been watching the two planets hang together over the last couple months. In clear eyesight. Two thousand years from Pisces to Aquarius what will this bring to humanity…? What will tomorrow be like… we sure could use a lot more light.
Mr. Kennedy was a tall grey-haired man. He kind of looked like Ichabod Crane who wore a 1960s straight legged pant suit. He read my poem to the whole class. When the well-read and the popular girls looked around at me, I should have given them my tongue. I should have stuck it way out so they could see it as clear as the sun. I didn’t. I just sat in my seat as I am now…. years later. I was happy to be understood. I still am.
To Mr. Kennedy who taught with kindness.
Paper, pencils, crayons, and watercolors were always around the house. Grandma’s old player piano was in the boy’s room with a pool table. We lived a rustic life. The smell of food, the sound of children, parents and nature contrasted the rather harsh world of a classroom. Going to school was not for me. It was social torture where I turned off, only to turn on during time on the playground.
In second grade I remember Mrs. Bracka shaking me,
“No Holly, I told you do not do that. Put them in alphabetical order!!”
I would just write down any number when it came to math. The smart girl went around the room correcting everyone’s papers. When she got to me, she said,
“You got them all wrong. I will have to give you an F!”
She kept trying to get the teacher’s attention while she was correcting papers; after correcting my paper she went pee all over the chair next to me.
When I got to 6th grade it was about the same. I only watched the clock until kickball on the playground. I was put in the back of the class in the slow learner section and believe me the other kids let us know it. Until one day when Mr. Kennedy asked the whole class to write poems.
He said,
“Write about what you feel, write about what interests you or inspires you.”
Mr. Kennedy, who played the song Aquarius over the PA sound system at Serriania Elementary school, woke me up to the power of writing.
This is my first poem.
What will tomorrow be like?
Will there be day or night?
Will it be like today?
Or will there be other planets too,
For us to play.
Will there be rockets taking us to Mars, Venus, or Neptune?
This is what people think about,
If we wait awhile, we will soon find out.
Punk Rock Historian, COLLEAGUE and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
“Walk on the Wild Side” is a Lou Reed song from his 1972 second solo album Transformer. David Bowie produced it. The song received wide radio coverage, despite its touching on taboo topics such as transsexualism, drugs, male prostitution, and oral sex. In the United States, RCA released the single using an edited version of the song without the reference to oral sex.
Being weird is always a terrible threat! A wonderful and eternal weirdo place way to be!! RIP Lou Reed!!
“For indiscriminate empathy, which is characteristic of Neptune, we often try to make this into a very exclusive and discriminating empathy for him alone. We can see the same kind of mechanism at work here that is suggested by a Uranus-Saturn contact. Even if the individual is not expressing Neptune in a particularly conscious way–and few do expect through the creative media of music or theater–this lucid and magical quality will be apparent to the person whose Saturn is affected. It is an entrancing quality while it is a terrible threat for although Neptune seems to say, “I completely understand and love and accept you, he will say the same to everyone indiscriminately.” ~ Liz Greene
When I was 14 years old the song Walk on the Wild Side was the hit song of a generation. The song reached mass appeal. I was not aware of The Velvet Underground or Andy Warhol during the sixties but by 1972 Lou Reed reached the place of “creative media of music,” where he would say “the same to everyone.” I hated this song because the song began with my name. The kids at school already labelled me as a weirdo.
“Hey Holly want to take a walk on the wild side…hahahah!!”
Quiet and shy I took the bullying. Little did I know that in a few years I would be walking into a similar underground music scene that Lou Reed climbed out of; a creative flowing rebellious world of freedom, music, art, dark streets, and clubs!
I would be promoting a world of youthful Rock & Roll that, sometimes, does not age; only personally when we die at an age past forty something!!
When I hear Walk on the Wild Side I smile now, a song, because I did take a walk on the wild side. Being weird is always a terrible threat! A wonderful and eternal weirdo place way to be!!
The reminder of death.. by Hudley Flipside
I hate flash backs or Sunday daydreams. I still get them. I just pressed my finger against some leftover fried shrimp crumbs on a large frying pan. The flash was intense. It was back in the 70s. My best friend Lynn and I use to go to H. Salt Fish & Chips. We would walk or ride our bikes to Ventura and De Soto for a couple of containers of left over fish crumbs. It came free with a coke as a necessary cure for the munchies; because our eyes were as red as the H. Salt Fish & Chips sign. The salt and vinegar fumes mingled with constant vibrating laughter of our speaking in tongues by a couple of silly valley girls about 14 or 15 years old.
Looking For Mr. Goodbar, The real deal 1970s flick!!
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Theresa: I’m alone, I’m not lonely. I’m depressed – you’re depressing me.
Memories fade. I know the theater was on Ventura Blvd in the San Fernando Valley. Was it in Tarzana no I think it was further out in Sherman Oaks. I believe it was the Rialto Theater. I remember going by myself and it was dark, and the theater marquee was lit up and very bright in contrast. It was 1977 a year after graduation from High school. Everything was changing. Friends were going off in opposite directions, which is why I found myself alone. Looking For Mr. Goodbar is the first film that highlights this change.
I was pulled into this film, into a character, because I related to this dark but beautiful heroine Theresa Dunn played by Diane Keaton. She is a good girl who breaks away from her family to find a kind of freedom. Her character is dualistic in nature. At night she goes to bars and dances, drinks, and picks up men. During the day she is a teacher for the blind. She is now sensitive, caring, and compassionate.
It is because of her opposite parts that she eventually finds herself. but by then it is too late. The ending of this film leaves us with a dark conclusion.
Bartender: Confidentially, with me…[drinks] one’s too many and a millions not enough.
Theresa: I got the same problem with men.
Theresa’s conflict begins with her spine and past surgery as a child. Worried that her disease would be carried onto the next generation, she steps one step up from abortion. She has herself sterilized. The seventies were a time when issues like this were overseen without all the political regression of today. The doctor did what Theresa Dunn wanted to do with her body. What she did echoed in my mind.
Without all the political regression of today.
This is a film worth seeing. The 1970s are different from any other generation.
I always had the feeling as if I were dropping down an elevator or riding on a swing. Looking For Mr. Goodbar takes you to the depth of the cold underbelly of 1977. The real deal 1970s flick!!
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Next in this series is The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane (1977) and The Sandpipers (1965) which is on the cusp leading into the 1970s. A ball breaking film showing us the 1970s motif.
At that time in my life I never looked at the possibility of poverty and prostitution as a way for a woman to be independent.
John Baggs Jr.: Would you call yourself a “Champagne cocktail-sippin’, cock-teasin’, downtown barroom whore?
Maggie Paul: [bursting into tears] Second generation!
We saw this film in 1973. We applied the usual antics of youth getting into films when we were all under age for an “R” rated film. It was the same year that the Exorcist came out. Most likely we viewed this film at the Fallbrook Theater that still had a large Cinemascope screen.
I know it is the same theater where we saw the Exorcist. This is before greed stepped in, before they started butchering the theaters up into multi-viewing-rooms, at least this one.
John Baggs Jr.: We love each other.
Maggie Paul: Love is shit with sugar on it.
Basically, the film is about a sailor, John Baggs Jr., on “Cinderella liberty” due to a boil on his behind. He gets time off and in the process the Navy loses his files.
He then goes on patrol street duty. He also does what sailors do he finds a prostitute, Maggie Paul. The film is very entertaining and made a big impression of me at 15. It has a good feel to it.
At that time in my life I never looked at the possibility of poverty and prostitution as a way for a woman to be independent. Also, I learned that the world of a sailor is a tough life. Somehow these two characters find each other and fall in love.
There is more to the film though, it is also about Maggie’s child Doug. Imagine a punk kid, who drinks beer to ease his toothache, winning John’s heart over.
It is true and then the three of them forming a family especially in such an unpredictable environment. Who would know such a sweet family would develop?
The sleazy bar scenes, playing pool, and the colorful and cleaver dialogues; are brilliantly married with this film’s soundtrack. It has that ‘70s thing going on…the real deal!!
James Caan and Marsha Mason in Cinderella Liberty (1973),
The first X rated film I viewed was during the early 1970s at the Movies of Tarzana in Tarzana California. The first theater in our area has multiple viewing rooms. As youngsters we would buy one ticket and watch as many films as we could.
This meant being smart and sneaking into films that we were not allowed to see. Midnight Cowboy is the first X rated film that we viewed. The Midnight Cowboy’s soundtrack made a big impression on my young mind and heart.
The musical score in this film embellished a beautiful thematic guide and is arousing and true to each scene of this film.
Even today when I hear a song somewhere from the soundtrack of Midnight Cowboy, I know which scene it complements. I just do not get the same experience from films these days. It is an intense film and at the time ‘way-over’ my head. It opened my eyes to love, despair, and hopelessness, where our naïve dreams of youth don’t always manifest as we hope they will.
Next in this film review series from the
1970s are Looking For Mr. Goodbar and Cinderella Liberty
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I am not naturally a dog person. There was one dog Peepers, a red collie we grew up with, that I loved. She would roam the fields and golf course near by. Life was wild then.
In the late 1970s my sister-in-law breed Whippets. I learned to loved her dogs. They were thin and very loving. This particular picture is a fun one.
The sweater I am wearing was found at a thrift store in the late 1970s. It was my Jackson Pollock sweater. Most of my clothes then were throw backs from the 1950s: twenty buck’ got you a lot of clothes from the local thrift store or salvation army. I wore this sweater until it was threads.
Nola laughed when she heard this song on the radio. In her mind it was about her Whippets…
this is about devolution and nothing else… ;>
