Thursday, February 4, 2016

Just A Quick Note...


One of the problems with writing this story is how it might affect the survivors.  Certainly there are scenes in the story that some folks would prefer to forget, or prefer not to remember.  Of course, for those who haven’t survived, it’s less of an issue.

A few years ago, I found a comment on a post asking how I knew ‘Uncle Keith’ and another time someone recalled my friend Scott as a guy ‘who I used to deal grass with’.  Keith is not a survivor and Scott, if he has survived, is in parts unknown.

Recently, I heard from the daughter of someone who, unfortunately, is no longer here, and was deeply moved.  It seems I’ve shined a light into a dark corner that was somewhat kept hidden from her.

It should be no surprise that a lot of what we did back then was done on the low-down and the hush-hush.  However, even those who weren’t participating, clearly knew what we were doing and that we were seriously shattering some laws.

Today, some of the survivors are upstanding civic leaders...  one key player is now a successful lawyer and a young legal assistant even has become a judge.  The prosecutor became a criminal defense attorney.

What began as a way to buy an engagement ring, ended in an entirely different place that noone... absolutely nobody...  could have predicted.  And as I sit here 25 years down the road, my head is filled with stories inside stories about unique adventures in the baby boomer underworld.  And I only hope I have the time to put it all down as best I can remember it.

So to those who would prefer these stories remain untold, I apologize.  In most places, I’ve left names either incomplete or slightly modified.  For those who aren’t in that frame of mind, I hope the stories are entertaining, exciting, and possibly bringing back some fond remembrances.  As for the ghosts, I hope they are all having a big party wherever they are.