Patchouli Oil....
El Sup-Tomandante Marcos,
Yeah, I was somewhere just the other day and noticed a whiff of patchouli on the breeze.... Actually, I have a beat-up old tweed jacket kicking around here... must be almost 30 years old... and it still has patchouli smell on it after all of this time... I think I traded a couple of rummage sale men's vests to get it from some guy... I wore it everywhere for about 5 years... That jacket sure has been all over... that and my old guitar... When I went back to university to work on a graduate degree a few years ago, a prof and I were discussing politics and the Trudeau years... when she told me she was about 4 or 5 when Trudeau first became Prime Minister, I realized that my guitar was about the same age that she was... what a kicker, eh?
Good old Leonard... he was pretty popular in Montreal back in those days too... think he was playing the coffee houses back then... he and Jessie Winchester, Long John Baldry, Sonny Terry and Brownie McGee, John Mayall, and all sorts of other people... It was kind of fun back in the "old days"...
Hmmmmm.... do we really want to pass judgement on the coming generation? There seems to be a big wave of interesting ones in the 18 to 25 group... rummage sale or garage sale clothes, wanting to travel around Europe and stay in hostels, listen to retro music, watch old movies, do volunteer work for Greenpeace, walks on Parliament Hill in support of this or that... At least that's what I saw when I was around the university a lot a couple of years ago...
The generation that sort of "worries me" is the one that sends people flying in every direction as they skateboard down the middle of a strip mall sidewalk twirling a yard-long gummy worm candy like a finger-mounted propellor.... Somehow, I don't relate to this bunch at all... Guess I just consider them to be a bunch of Bart Simpson's in the flesh... only not nearly as interesting, intelligent or literate... But then that makes me start thinking that maybe...just maybe...I'm gettin' to be an intolerant old dude... But then, that feeling evaporates instantly as this same bunch of dweebs invades the creeks where I go paddling... riding their noisy "SeaDoos" like skateboards as they fishtail by at breakneck speed.... and causing me to interrupt my philosophic musings as I shake my fist skywards while shouting....."Damned Hooligans!!!"......(-:
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