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It was Thanksgiving 1978, I was twenty-one and temporarily living at my Mom and Stepfather's house. My mother was mad at my Grandmother, my uncle, and stepfather too, hell she may have been mad at me as well. She lived her life in a perpetual state of pissed-off.
So, since she was mad at everyone she decided that she wasn't cooking a dinner that year, to hell with the whole lot of us, instead we were going to eat at the truck stop all you could eat buffet. Seven bucks drink included.
My younger brother who lived down the road apiece came in about eight in the morning. I had been out drinking with my good time buddies the night before so I would look and feel like the all-American kid when we went to eat.
So, anyway, my brother came in and I was still in bed sleeping off the night before. He wakes me up and says " Here eat this " without thinking I swallowed the pill he popped in my mouth. "What was that " I asked.
That bastard started laughing " Purple microdot acid " he said. Oh Fuck I thought well, it's too late now let's just see what happens.
So I hid out the best I could waiting to go eat at the seven-dollar drink included all you could eat truck stop Thanksgiving day buffet. Smoking a couple of joints to ease the hangover and kick the acid into gear.
When we got to the all-you-can-eat seven-dollar truck stop Thanksgiving day buffet drink included I was tripping my brains out. I had the presence of mind to fill a plate and pretend to eat but all I did was move the food around on my plate while tripping balls.
That's not the worst thing though, my youngest brother was 15 months old at the time and just starting to get around on his own really well. We were seated at a long communal table, He and I were at the end across from my mother who was giving me the stink eye every time I started giggling.
At one end of the room, there was a Christmas tree with a bunch of small blinking, twinkling colored lights. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen and was telling me the secrets of the Universe.
It must have been talking to my brother too, because up he jumped and ran to the tree. I was ordered to go get him since I was on the outside. So, I go chase him down he's standing in front of the tree transfixed then I'm standing there in front of the tree transfixed we're both communing with the universe when my brother came to get us both.
He took the youngest back to the table and I went to his car unable to maintain any longer. I went h
... keep reading on reddit ➡I've been reading nuisance ordinances for the last few months (more on that later) and I'm struck by the similarities and differences in various municipalities' nuisance (abatement) ordinances. Yes, I'm great fun at parties.
What if Arlo Guthrie had dumped the trash on his own property instead of on public property? Would he have been: a) arrested, b) fined, or c) made to pick up the garbage? Which combination of these would be most/least likely? As I see it, he would most likely to have been forced to clean up the garbage and possibly fined. I'm guessing he wouldn't have been arrested, and he wouldn't have not been made to clean up the garbage. Is a nuisance a nuisance if it's allowed to remain?
In case you don't remember Alice's Restaurant, Arlo Guthrie takes a VW busload of Alice's trash to the dump, which is closed for Thanksgiving. Wondering what to do with the trash, he sees a bunch of other trash and dumps Alice's trash on top of it. Officer Obie digs through the trash until he finds an envelope with Arlo's name on it. He calls Arlo and invites him to the police station, where he is arrested and jailed. Alice bails him and his friend out. The next day, everyone goes to court. Arlo has to pay a $50 fine and pick up the garbage. Here's an illustrated version of the lyrics.
Edit: Could Alice herself have gotten in trouble for having the garbage inside her house? I'm ruminating on public safety v the right to be left alone.
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So I was a huge fan of Woody Guthrie before I heard his son Arlo play music. What drew me in was his ability to tell a story about the life he experienced. Great songs by him like Talkin' Dust Bowl Blues, or Pastures of Plenty, Dusty Old Dust (So Long it's Been Good), The Great Dust Bowl, etc. To me his music was a revolution. I think I listened to the album Dust Bowl Ballads like thousands of times. Then his son Arlo Guthrie exploded onto the scene with the revolutionary talking folk song Alice's Restaurant. Which everyone (I hope) knows about. I just think these two people are a prime example of life changing music. I'd like to know if anyone knows of any of them and whats your opinion of them?
Arlo Guthrie "City of New Orleans"
Roger Miller "King of the Road"
Janis Joplin "Me and Bobby McGee"
More interested in songs about living than surviving, acceptance rather than defiance or sadness. Bobby McGee pushes that a bit but I get it.
