The Grateful Dead played there in 1978, which is a good tie-in to what happened at lunch yesterday...the bride and I were at the storefront Thai place, where the tables are placed about 10 inches apart. We were elbow-to-elbow with a couple of mating hippies. Youngish, he was about 30 and she was a bit younger.
I first sensed that this could be the worst minute in the history of the universe when Girl Hippie said something about going to see Yonder Mountain (uh oh!). This left Man Hippie to recount how he knew "a guy" who got pulled over in Indiana simply for having a Grateful Dead sticker on his car, the cops searched, found illegal whatever, and the court upheld the sentence.
"Whoa, harsh!"
Then we heard all about Man Hippie's custody issues and how his ex old lady was making it hard for him to see "Jewel." Also, Ex Old Lady's Man had given Man Hippie the "stink eye."
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