Stories
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South of the Border, Down Mexico Way
Fast forward a decade and Wiley, the Dharma Bum, sat with his guitar in a Tepic bus station, waiting for transportation to San Blas, beach heaven, on Mexico's Pacific coast. Like all good stories, this one begins with the blues. Waiting for his connection,…
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Fender Benders
It was a cold night in November '78 when the Bondo Bus died. From infancy, when the disabled 1967 Ford Econoline van hobbled into its stall for repair, through the engine rebuilding, paint stripping, interior transformation that made this junker into a mean machine. Across the…
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Burglar Steals Shave Whisky and Cigarettes Parsing the local newspaper from '46 thru '69 on the derelicts of the Mirarmar town. Here's the tally - Hobo-2, Beatnik-10, Tramp-25, Hippy-20, Hippies-31, Bums-40. Studio Group Holds ‘Hobo’ Party at Cove
Lifestyles and Culture Wars
Psychedelic Cult…
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$1 blue plate special at the Miramar Inn (home of the Shrimp Boat) and Celebrity gathering spot where photos adorn the walls Warren Beauty Reports Theft From Parked Car Stars Hang out at the Tiki Bar Tiki Bar Drink Menu –
Singapore Sling, Planters Punch, Cobra’s Fang, Skull and Bones, Fog Cutter…
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The mega-fire of the devastating Woolsey blaze drew back the curtains from the decades of Miramar growth and development. Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors. An awakening for this dyslexic atheist insomniac who stayed awake all night wondering if there is a dog. A memory too weird for words (but…
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A memoir by Tim, Fred, Wiley, Izzy, whatever. It really doesn’t matter because …
You Won’t Remember My Name
Prelude to Amuse-meant
The Hero’s Journey, an archetypal human story, finds an ordinary person, gives (in this case him) a task he is not equal to and forces him to undertake it. In…
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Black Canyon of the Gunnison
From Wiley Timmons ‘Tales of the West’
Gunnison Gorge – An invocation to amuse-meant.
Gunnison Gorge, Gunnison Gorge
Where canyons rise and eagles soar
The river drifts, the white waters roar
Past ancient cliffs of…
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Front Row Seat at a Three Ring Circus
They’re selling posters of the surfers. Celebrities all around. Developers and real estate, buying up the ground. Here comes the fire commissioner, the hills are all ablaze. Sheriffs and their deputies chasing the bums away. While right-wingers and…
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The Case of the Disappearing Friendship
INVOCATION TO AMUSE MEANT
HARRY HOUDINI’S TOAST TO ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
Abra-cadabra. Presto-Chango.
To my friend Conan Doyle, your writings grow strange-o
Of elves and faeries this Hocus-Pocus
Perhaps Sherlock Holmes will soon lose his focus.
That…
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SusieQ woke up Saturday morning feeling ‘pressed’; not depressed, repressed, oppressed or compressed. Just ‘pressed’. After Friday night’s wing-ding party, “Prince is Gone, so let’s Dance, Dance, Dance” she struggled to lift the downy bed coverlet off those sleepy blue eyes her willpower and effort…