Nah, Don, I reckon that Old-Dickey-Homey-Guy is probably takin' a shot at me but, hey, he is so dillusssional, who knows???... Sorry you didn't fall into either the beat or hip movements...

Actually, truth be known, I was reading beat poetry in the 50's... I love Ferlinghetti and Korso the most... I didn't have mush of a clue what the hell they were talkin' about but I thought they we both real cool...

So when the hip thing arrived I was part the way there but...

...according to Dr, King's definition I wasn't a "hippie"... I was a "radical"... I didn't move to the country to a commune... I went to college, did alot of community orgainzing aginst the war and racism and played in a loud rock band... Oh yeah, I also smoked pot... Does that make one a hippie??? If so then half the folks in Page County, Va. today are hippies!?!?!?....

(They're the redneck hippies, Bobertz...)

Oh!?!?!....

LOL...

Now back at it, Don... I'm takin' a little time off from the Bushites... The brownshirts certainly didn't have anything on out "3 Blind Mice" when it came to beleiving what they were told tyo believe...

Hey, look... During my years in social work I learned that arguing with sick people ain't ptoductive... They are too sick for the arguing to make any difference so what's the use???

If just anew one would come along with new arguments, then fine...

But it's the same 3 people... Okay, Old Guy morphed into Dickey who has now morphed into Homey but it's the same person... Just different day...

Bobert (Ol' Radical)