Sunday, January 1, 2012

Greatest Generation

I always wondered what happened to Moe. We had shared a piece of plastic in the rain at Woodstock. Moe seemed to have such big dreams. I knew he would go far. I sensed I was in the presence of greatness. I half-expected to see him become president one day. He had all the answers, or so I thought at the time.

He didn't become president though.

Moe was older than me by several years. He had already been in college for 5 years then in the dark, rain coming down. Or said he had. I don't remember where. Not New York. He spoke with a thick California accent and said words like "hassle" and "right on" a lot.

I saw Moe the other day. I'm sure it was him, even though I had only shared a sheet of plastic in the rain for a few hours. He didn't remember me, of course. I dropped a buck and he flashed me an ancient peace sign I had long forgotten.

It was raining this time, too.

Moe was part of the Greatest Generation. He survived the brown acid at Woodstock.

Or maybe he didn't.


  1. Without a doubt he's saying, "I wondered what happened to that young pup?".

  2. Looks like he didn't. The Hippy dream was good, but it was just a dream....

  3. @A. - Without a doubt. In dog years I would be dead. :)

    @Adullamite - The hippy dream was good? I guess. Peace on you, brother. :)



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