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Photo taken 1963 by Rob Hallnan of me standing on the Mayflower Steps, looking out from where the Pilgrim Fathers set sail for America.
Modified by Lp at Wed, Feb 07, 2007, 09:30:39
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Modified by Steve at Wed, Feb 07, 2007, 12:31:40
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His middle initial could be J. Thanks Steve, I've bookmarked the site, there are other people I might think of.
I'll look further, I wonder if the incident stuck in his mind like it did in mine.
Modified by Lp at Wed, Feb 07, 2007, 12:47:34
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I wonder if the incident stuck in his mind like it did in mine. Guaranteed! Losing a close friend to a bizarre religious group and then saying goodbye in such a public way would have stuck in his mind.
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I've never even heard of 'Laramie', maybe it didn't show on Australian television but I wasn't quite sure who it was came striding down the aisle. If it was the actor you both aspired to imitate, what was he doing in your home town? If it was your mate what on earth was he doing dressed up as a cowboy in your quiet English home town?
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In the early sixties, a few of us did, but not completely. There were other heroes, mixed in, like James Dean, Marlon Brando, Jack Kerouac, and for me, the Romantic Poets.
French fishermen, who sheltered from storms, in that same harbour, turned us onto Levi's.
Modified by Lp at Wed, Feb 07, 2007, 16:46:01
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Perfect response, wasn't it? Firm, assertive, intellectually aggressive but civil and non-violent. If you find the guy, buy him a drink on me.
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...from the decent and natural aspirations of youth in those days?
Instead of struggling to keep the faultering "Lotu" song going, I should have dropped the guitar and gone after him. He might have talked me out of it, I had already suffered a good measure of the harsh treatment Maharaji dishes out.
Ahh! for another poem seeking stride through the tears and the rain, down by the sea and the fishing boats.
Lp (But, on the bright side, I think I have identified the point where my journey begins now.)
But why didn't anyone want to be Slim? Mr. Sherman was a perfectly good bloke and saved Jess's life all the time. But no. My close mates were all, for a time back then, a bunch of wish-I-was Jess Harpers. Save one, who even now, has a certain Gene Vincent like quality.
Modified by Lp at Thu, Feb 08, 2007, 07:01:17
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He might have talked me out of it,........
You're forgetting the power of the fakir trick. Only those who never became sufficiently curious to get initiated were immune. Once in, regardless of what all else was going on, we had the Knowledge of God & that couldn't be argued against.
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We shook our heads sadly: he had other friends there too; someone put the picture back up. The horrendous "LotU" song failed to recover; as we tried to shout it down the stairs after him.
But how supportive everyone was, how reassuring, "Don't worry we've got the knowledge and Mararji."
We felt sorry for him striding off into oblivion, with no certain way home back to god. After we bowed to the resurrected image things seemed to go back to nice and smug and numb again.
Modified by Lp at Thu, Feb 08, 2007, 15:51:30
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