The Adventure Fizzles Out....

Yesterday I attempted to write about an adventure I had in the summer of 1979 but I am finding it hard to do because of all the distractions going on around me, that and I am a crappy writer. It is a shame because there is so much to tell, Like two guys being in charge of an entire beach with tons of girls all vying for a free pass to the concert, or how Doug Kershaws Bus got stuck in the sand , or how I kind of saved the day by diving on and rolling up in a piece of canvas that had came loose in the wind and was threatening to knock a band member From the stage. One thing in particular that I will always remember is on the night before the concert which was a two day event, There was a crowd of locals gathered by the south gate to Johnson's beach. While Steve was making Rounds along the fence line I was standing by the gate making conversation with some of the locals. at one point I decided that I just might take a hit Of LSD that had been givin to me by one of the girls I mentioned I assume as a bribe trying to get a pass or something. It was a very small hit of purple barrel. As I pulled it from my pocket it fell onto the blacktop drive way. There was no moon and even with a flash light I could not see it because of its size and color. All of a sudden I here a voice exclaim "There it is" I looked over to see this guy with a what I call a flat brimmed hobo hat holding up his hand with something between his fingers, I said, " Man if you could see that in this light you deserve to keep it"This incident has special significance as this person would re-enter my life some 5 years later purely by coincidence. His name was "Ocean" and he became my very best friend in the world. Debbie and I met In 1980 and Married in 81 and moved to Fairfield where In 1984 We met a guy by The Name of Jim D. We hosted a small party at our apartment and invited him and he brought a friend. As I was telling them the story of the country music festival and I got to the part about the guy who found the LSD his friend Ocean exclaimed "OH MY GOD" I knew you looked familiar. He was the same guy that I had met ever so briefly on that dark moonless night 5 years earlier nearly 100 miles away on Johnson's Beach. We remained very close till he sadly passed away in early 2000. I will try and write more about the time I spent in Guerneville sometime in the future.



To my Friend "Ocean" wherever you are.

GOD SAVE A WAVE....