
Hound Dog
Mar 11, 2010, 9:32 AM
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Well, I must say that it was probably a merciful spirit that induced Rolly to cut off the correspondence between Manuelito and Dawg that had highjacked a thread on another subject and descended into a contest to demonstrate which poster had wasted his youth more; Manuel in Cochin eating cahew nuts or Dawg in Kathmandu eating oatmeal. Anyway, it was fun while it lasted but admittedly only peripherally concerned with establishing blow-hard rights to see who could obfuscate more effectively in establishing who was more (or less) qualified to live in a developing country anywhere in the world circa 2010. I have reopened that thread in a limited fashion because, during its short life, Gringal brought up the old days of the 70s when Sonoma County, California was hippie central and she and Dawg both seemed to have lived there off and on. Her remarks reminded me of an old bar, coffee house and (amateur) actor´s studio from those days in the Fitch Mountain section of Healdsburg, California known as The Camp Rose Inn where folks considering themselves terminally hip hung out getting stoned and attending concerts and poetry readings. Until I moved part-time to San Cristobal I had thought places like the Camp Rose and its denizens were things of a distant past, hopelessly corny and precious in the context of 2010. Then, I discovered that all those Maynard Krebs types had not disappeared as I had supposed but seemed to be concentrated in San Cristobal and environs appearing as backpackers at local posadas and hostels getting stoned and worshipping on the edges of EZLN rallies and becoming "involved" with indigenous causes as best they perceived those causes. You never or very rarely see these types of travelers at Lake Chapala and since I have had so much fun making light of the Rotarian/Church Supper types at Lakeside, I thought it only fair that I concede that I have been in Chiapas long enough and seen enough naive "hipsters" hanging around San Cristobal that I have come to the conclusion that maybe Rotarian/Church Supper types are not so bad after all - at least in periodic close proximity - so I´ve begun packing to head back to Ajijic for the summer. Enough Easy Rider for now. I take back everything I said disparagingly about church suppers. All was in jest. I guess variety is the spice of life. Thanks for reminding me, Gringal.
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