|Home in those days was in Racine, Wisconsin. High school happened there and I left for the military from there and I came home to there. I tried to educate myself in the education field....deeper than dull. Grey and lacking contrast.
I guess during those post military days in Wisconsin, 1971, I experienced my heaviest hippy hits. Colors unknown to the common man. Mercy. I thank God that I survived with my mind intact and was later able to pass on good genes to make my son. Let me just say, though, I'll never forget the facination of those mental corridors.
As with every era of my life I met some fine people with names spanning from John to Fish. Racine, Wisconsin, saw Tom Van Horn with his longest hair and his tackiest clothes.
A great memory from those times was hitch hiking from Racine to Kansas City to Los Angeles to San Francisco and back to Wisconsin. All the rides were good and the people were great. In those days the entrance ramps to freeways were lined with people holding signs stating their destinations. Brotherhood was trying to happen.
Back in Wisconsin, things weren't really happening and at the same time there were too many "happenings." So when an Air Force buddy called from California inviting me to go west, I dropped it all and went. I ran off to the mountains in my VW bug. since my Cadilac and my motorcycle had passed. About all I took with me was my cat and my artsy kits. Lake Tahoe. North shore. Mile high. What a place to spend the '70's. I still spent a lot of time messing around with ink and other art tools. Still just messing around, though.