It was the Summer of ’78.
I had a three-speed column shift 1962 Maroon Rambler with reclining seats.
I was known as ‘Nature Boy’
My hair was three feet long.
I wore a faux-Indian headband.
I wore conan-leather wristbands.
I wore tie-died shirt and sandals.
I worked out at an old second-floor free-weight gym in town listening to Boz Scaggs TM(r)(c) and Hall and Oates TM(r)(c) and maybe some Lionel Ritchie TM(r)(c) and a hint of Steely Dan’s ‘My Old School’ TM(r)(c).
I never needed to Roake the Schmie because I was on the Rocky Mountain High TM(r)(c).
I hung out at the organic food store arguing about different types of Peanut Butter and sugar added to yogurt.
I was always out in the woods.
Where the hell did it all go?