On our drive back home to Washington from Arizona, we were held up for over an hour in the Great Basin region of Nevada. The situation was resolved by a Nevada lineman who efficiently took care of things. He was our hero of the day.
One night in 1964, Gene Clark heard Roger McGuinn performing his Beatle-esque folk songs at the Troubadour in LA. He liked what he heard and introduced himself to Roger. They began playing and singing together. David Crosby came in one night and sang with them, putting on a third part harmony. They decided to form a band which became the Byrds. To read more about it, click the following link to my blog post. The View From Here: The Birth of Folk Rock (aretiredboomer.blogspot.com)
Before Baez and Dylan, before James Taylor and Joni, before Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, before the Byrds and the Eagles and before Bruce, there was Woody and Pete.
Palm Springs
Camping with Murray and Louisa in our 1971 VW Squareback
Roger and Sue have lunch in Tumacacori
The Colonel returns to Kentucky
The Casitas, Green Valley, Az.
Traveling west to the ocean
Paul's House
While waiting at the snack bar with Paul, Mike can't decide between a Heath bar or Snickers
Ron's House
Mike and Paul briefly stop at Sonderegger's Bakery to look over the pastries.
While Mike orders his sausage egg McMuffin, Roger gets better acquanted with Veronica.
Citroen at a Paris Bakery
Highway 1, South Vietnam, 1968
Penny Lane was in my ears and in my eyes
Standing on the corner in Winslow Arizona
Christmas time, 1950s
Merry Christmas 2020
Bird Watching
The Bug Hunter
Ralph suddenly realized that he should have brought a bigger net.
Flatiron Cafe, Jerome, Az.
Hoi Anh, Vietnam
Mushroom Hunting
Restored Texaco station, Sequim, Wa.
Garage in Port Townsend, Wa.
May 2020,Covid 19 pandemic
K.O. Yeager, My dad
The Phone Call
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In 1958 my family drove to Hannibal, Mo. to see the early childhood home of Mark Twain. I loved his books Tom Sawyer and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
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Tom's Dream
The End of Innocense
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Trump with a Bible
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Before Katie and I were married, we drove to to John Day Monument in Oregon, in my 1963 F-150 pick-up truck. It was dark when we got there. We slept in the bed and we awoke in the morning to a wonderful display of the painted hills.
The Beach House
