Hippie Reunion

Hippies were not in fashion in 1968. In fact, one had to stick together with others for safety and for having fun!

A member of the original group of “food service hippies” texted me that one of the founding members of the group, always dominated by citizens from Billings, Montana, was returning to her home town.

I’ll call the one who texted me, “Brenda” and the one returning to her home town, “Kim.” I offered to try to get ahold of a three of the old hippie guys: I’ll call them “Mark,” “Larry,” and “Jerry.”

Here’s the email I sent to “Larry.”

Larry,
Brenda texted me that Kim is coming to Billings May 5-12, so Brenda is driving 200 miles to visit her here. She then said, “I don’t suppose Larry could come. That would be a dream come true, but he’s too far away.”

I responded that I would try to get ahold of you. Do you suppose we could Skype you in or something?

I’m going to try to get ahold of Jerry who lived in 100 miles away last I knew.

I left a message on Mark’s phone. Mark is a fussy old bachelor and worse at getting moving than the late John Herman, who, as you recall, always had to roll “a cigarette just one time.”

Otherwise, send me an email and, at a time whenever everyone is satisfactorily drunk, or something, I’ll clear my throat and read it aloud to your assembled adoring ones.

I’ve always thought a reunion of the UM Lodge Food Service Hippies would be good.

I never have gone to any reunions from high school. Those people were cruel to me then, and I have always been leery of them.

Dan Struckman