My next door neighbor was our school sports MD for all teams. I still remember my physicals... out in the yard, turn your head and cough, and done.
He had two sons who were older than I (Phil and Mike, and they were real hippys). One day, they pulled up in Phil's really muddy VW bus, and they staggered into to their house. I later learned they had just returned from Woodstock, some giant rock festival.
About a week later I was talking to Mike (the older, pretty crazy one), and he gave me a lump of tarry stuff and said it was incense. I later burned it in my room, and it smoked all over the place and stunk like hell. So I put it out and flushed it away. Some time later, Mike told me it was actually a chunk of opium, not incense. I got mad at him and said he should have told me....
my mom thought I was burning a cat or something.Two years later, I was going to rock concerts all over the place in MI. The best were the Ann Arbor Blues and Jazz festivals.
I went to two days of this one, and still have this poster framed down on my utility room wall.
