KukriKhan
08-15-2009, 05:12
1969
40 years ago. Me 18.
Man.
I got off work at 3. Sally was waiting in her Corvair. "Hop on the 304 and follow me", she said.
The 304:
https://jimcee.homestead.com/304SH.jpeg
Off to Grosse Pointe we flew (Grosse Pointe = the nice part of Detroit, back then). Salley's G. Pointe friend, hoping to 'slum' at a folk-rock concert met us at the door. Hubby asked for the keys to the 304. In exchange, he handed me the keys to his Linclon Continental (he = Lawyer).
Me driving the Conti, we picked up Angie, Celia's pal, who was Sally's friend, Sally being my patroness, who I'd met at highschool, she being a sub theater teacher, who had offered Chris, my friend, and I: "If you ever need a place to crash, Mi Casa es Su Casa", two weeks after which I needed a place to crash.
Ya still with me?
OK. So me 'n Sally, driving Celia's Old man's car, with Angie rollin' and sharin' what she thought was mj in the backseat, headed East from Detroit. Ontario came and went. Then New York State. Nobody was really high, but everyone tried to pretend they were.
Buffalo. Angie claimed munchies. I was directed to stop at some steakhouse. The waiters brought out raw steaks and explained what they would do to them to make us happy. Angie and Celia were right at home. Sally eyeballed me and ordered a hamburger. I followed suit. Fine meal; paid for by Celia's Hubby, I was told.
Drove to Bethel. Looked for any kind of parking - none. Settled on the roadside. Sally had two paid-for tickets; we hoped we could buy two more. I found a phone booth and called in "sick" to work this Saturday Morning.
Walked at least 5 miles into the concert site, talking to folks along the way - kind of a "Canterbury Tales" time. Got to what might have been the ticket-taking/buying area and was told things had changed: it was free.
We walked in like we owned the place - like everyone else. My in postal uniform, holding our "spot" the women spread out and, by reports, enijoyed themselves. Later that Saturday night I 'slept' with them all, huddled in the mud. Ha!
I heard Canned Heat, CCR, and Jimi, that I remember. To this day, I'll remember the intro to "Born on The Bayou" being played as I woke up in the mud at sunrise.
Unaware of the significance of our attendance, we walked the miles back to the Linc. It untouched, we travelled back to the real world.
On arrival back in Detroit, I traded the Linc keys for the 304's. Dan ( I remember him now) remarked that he had fun on the 304. Nowadays I think he said so to ask if I had fun with his women. To this day Idunno.
That's my story, and I'm sticking' to it.
40 years ago. Me 18.
Man.
I got off work at 3. Sally was waiting in her Corvair. "Hop on the 304 and follow me", she said.
The 304:
https://jimcee.homestead.com/304SH.jpeg
Off to Grosse Pointe we flew (Grosse Pointe = the nice part of Detroit, back then). Salley's G. Pointe friend, hoping to 'slum' at a folk-rock concert met us at the door. Hubby asked for the keys to the 304. In exchange, he handed me the keys to his Linclon Continental (he = Lawyer).
Me driving the Conti, we picked up Angie, Celia's pal, who was Sally's friend, Sally being my patroness, who I'd met at highschool, she being a sub theater teacher, who had offered Chris, my friend, and I: "If you ever need a place to crash, Mi Casa es Su Casa", two weeks after which I needed a place to crash.
Ya still with me?
OK. So me 'n Sally, driving Celia's Old man's car, with Angie rollin' and sharin' what she thought was mj in the backseat, headed East from Detroit. Ontario came and went. Then New York State. Nobody was really high, but everyone tried to pretend they were.
Buffalo. Angie claimed munchies. I was directed to stop at some steakhouse. The waiters brought out raw steaks and explained what they would do to them to make us happy. Angie and Celia were right at home. Sally eyeballed me and ordered a hamburger. I followed suit. Fine meal; paid for by Celia's Hubby, I was told.
Drove to Bethel. Looked for any kind of parking - none. Settled on the roadside. Sally had two paid-for tickets; we hoped we could buy two more. I found a phone booth and called in "sick" to work this Saturday Morning.
Walked at least 5 miles into the concert site, talking to folks along the way - kind of a "Canterbury Tales" time. Got to what might have been the ticket-taking/buying area and was told things had changed: it was free.
We walked in like we owned the place - like everyone else. My in postal uniform, holding our "spot" the women spread out and, by reports, enijoyed themselves. Later that Saturday night I 'slept' with them all, huddled in the mud. Ha!
I heard Canned Heat, CCR, and Jimi, that I remember. To this day, I'll remember the intro to "Born on The Bayou" being played as I woke up in the mud at sunrise.
Unaware of the significance of our attendance, we walked the miles back to the Linc. It untouched, we travelled back to the real world.
On arrival back in Detroit, I traded the Linc keys for the 304's. Dan ( I remember him now) remarked that he had fun on the 304. Nowadays I think he said so to ask if I had fun with his women. To this day Idunno.
That's my story, and I'm sticking' to it.