In line at the bar on the mountain, a man in psychedelic overalls approaches another man in psychedelic overalls. The former is patterned with the face of Jackie Robinson. The latter is chic-er, and its wearer has paired it with a smart rainbow-and-manila helmet. I find myself impressed at the grayscale of both sets of psychedelics. C grade apres ski on C grade mountains perhaps mandates a bit more fashion, especially so close to town.
A friend in Bozeman sent me your way. I know that territory. Your take on the Californication of Montana was worth reading twice. Back in 1992, I spent the afternoon in Stacey's Bar in Gallatin Gateway. A lit-up indigenous cowboy rode his horse through the back door, past the bar and out the tall front double doors where his two white girlfriends waited in his convertible Cadillac that was pulling a horse trailer. My decade in Missoula was full of scenes like this... at the Roxy Theater, the slightly drunk tall-in-the-saddle white cowboy with a lively girl on each arm and his six-gun and holster on his hip takes a seat near the front for a matinee showing of "Apocalypse Now."
This is fantastically well written but you have missed one key fact, some men and women born in the 1970s quietly continued the gonzo psychedelic country club booze and ludes nonsense for decades before people felt it slipping away.
A friend in Bozeman sent me your way. I know that territory. Your take on the Californication of Montana was worth reading twice. Back in 1992, I spent the afternoon in Stacey's Bar in Gallatin Gateway. A lit-up indigenous cowboy rode his horse through the back door, past the bar and out the tall front double doors where his two white girlfriends waited in his convertible Cadillac that was pulling a horse trailer. My decade in Missoula was full of scenes like this... at the Roxy Theater, the slightly drunk tall-in-the-saddle white cowboy with a lively girl on each arm and his six-gun and holster on his hip takes a seat near the front for a matinee showing of "Apocalypse Now."
An hour after reading, I am still laughing!
I spent many years in Mammoth Lakes. Worked on the mountain too. Your description of life on the sundeck is priceless. Thanks!
Man you need to take a cold shower
This is fantastically well written but you have missed one key fact, some men and women born in the 1970s quietly continued the gonzo psychedelic country club booze and ludes nonsense for decades before people felt it slipping away.
Sincerely,
Dr. Raymond Forrester