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MAY 9, 2011 11:11PM

Back in the U.S.A. Part III

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Haight/Ashbury or "the Haight" was a strange, totally different and fun place at the time.

If you were someone like I was/am who can maneuver your way around strange, dangerous and fun places, it was a good time and I enjoyed it.

I hated it on the weekends.

Weekends, especially Saturdays were total bullshit.

Saturdays in the Haight was teenyboppers, day trippers, gawkers, and panhandling hippies, both real and legit.

There were others who came there on the weekends who were those trying to find a son, a daughter or someone else that they either honestly missed or just needed to control back into their uptight and buttoned up lifestyle.

It seemed that most of these were looking for a teenybopper who really didn't belong in the culture as, they were young and vulnerable. They could get into some serious shit because they just didn't know about it all.

You could tell who was who. At least I could.

Some of the good things were that hippie chicks i.n.v.e.n.t.e.d the miniskirt~~

There was a place on the corner of Haight and Masonic that had great food.

I ate a lot of burgers there.

It was called the Drogstore Cafe~~

DROGSTORE 

The Filmore was a terrific place to go on the weekends to hear the better bands of the time.

Look at this list of some who played there:

The Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Quicksilver Messenger Service, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix Experience, Big Brother and the Holding Company, Carlos Santana, The Allman Brothers Band, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Miles Davis, and British acts The Who, Pink Floyd, Elton John, and Cream

This was one of the more popular ones and one of my favorites~~

AIRPLANEJEFF 

 

Well, since it was a Saturday and this girl, Nina was feeling a lot better, I decided she would probably like to go to the Filmore.
I really liked it.

No chairs other than around the edges and you sat on the floor.

Didn't even need to bring any stash. You could walk in, take three or four deep breaths and you had a bozz.lol

I dropped some purple haze and did a big joint with Nina and, off we went to the Filmore.

I didn't give her any acid because of what she'd been going through and, there was always the possibility of a bad trip. I really cared about that little girl.

I don't even remember who was playing that night butt, I remember having a good time with her and seeing some others I knew from the street.

Near the end of the evening, Nina leaned in to say something to me. The music was really loud(I still like loud music) and I couldn't hear what she said so, I asked her what.

She said whatever it was again and I just nodded not hearing and I was stoned.

After the music was over, we went to get something to eat and went home.

I put on an LP of some nice jazz, my favorite genre and rolled one.

Nina was really tired and she just tipped over on the couch and crashed.

After a while, I carried her to my bed and laid her dwon gently so as to not wake her and I went back to the couch.

I finally crashed there myself.

The next evening I would learn what she said to me at the Filmore.

That's for part IV

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Another nice installment and rated with hugs
Nice vignettes you have here, XJS, in another place and time.
You're really bringing back memories here, I was one of the teeny boppers on the weekends. Excellent piece but it's torture waiting to hear what she said, keep writing
Linda, I think your hugs ought to be rated.lol

Thanks, Blue Roses. It's amazing how much we can remember of certain things in our lives from "ago".

l"H B, Did it try to get you high one time on the weekend?lol
Now I don't know if I'm going to tell you what she said;~)
The beginning of “The End”: Haight/Ashbury
Jack, that was Heartless.lol
I hqaven't been back since I left it at the end of the 60's.
I can't even imagine what it's like now other than a thousand times more expensive.
And the hippie chicks will all be really old now.lol
intrigued...must go back and read and keep up now...what did she say??
Nina was lucky to find you. You weren't a jerk.
Ahh, everyone is asking what she said.
Do I really have to tell my deepest, darkest secrets?

Linnnn, For her, I could never have been a jerk even though I'm honest enough to say that there have been more than my share of times when I was one.
You may change your mind in the next part or two, though.
Another chapter please...
...rated...reality rocks. And so do you, Ron.
Don't tell me! Let me guess!