Unfurling The Freak Flag

BIG NEWS.

We are one step closer to realizing The Commune. The universe has shifted. There were THREE signs in the past week and as far as I am concerned, three signs means business. Like when you get the third notice to pay your phone bill, or when the the third date is coming up - you don't have to pay, but you are probably gonna wind up showing your boobs. It's go time.

Sign #1: The Old Age Jewish home here has plans to build retirement/aging care community houses instead of the usual dormitory or apartment models most places offer. These houses will have around 8 private bedroom and bath suites, with a big great room, communal kitchen, yard, and other homey amenities.

And when old Jews take up the cause for communal living, change is in the air. I mean, these are the people who brought us the bagel and schmear, Sweet and Low, unions, and diverticulitis  - the movers and shakers of our cultural oeuvre. If they are planning communes, then communes are a comin'.

Sign #2: In a few months, my old comrades from high school - those of us who spent our lunch hour on the Freak Lawn- are gathering for a forty year reunion. One simply cannot overestimate the enormity of this upcoming event.

It was on the Freak Lawn, in 1970, that the idea of a commune was first planned. Well, not so much planned as one day Kathy and I took too many Vivarin pills and were afraid to go home so we slept over at Debbie's, which was so much fun that we wanted to do it forever.

Now if you've been following the blog, you know that after the Revolution when I am in charge of the Department of Communes, we will live in yurts. But I'm rethinking the whole yurt thing now. Maybe the old Jews are onto something with their big house idea. I mean, a yurt - even a topnotch yurt - doesn't offer a lot of flat wall space on which to hang my WAR IS NOT HEALTHY FOR CHILDREN AND OTHER LIVING THINGS poster and my ALLAN WACHS album cover. And the letter I got from a woman who heard me sing a Bulgarian folk song once and wrote me that my pronunciation was offensive and I had no business singing that song, anyway. I framed the letter. You know, just in case I ever start to think I am hot shit or something. Which, so far, hasn't really been a problem.

Sign #3: Mike revealed that behind his place in Montana, there are hundreds of acres of BLM land. I am thinking we might have found our home. Don't tell Mike yet, tho. I haven't seen him in forty years and I will need to warm him to the idea first. I'm thinking pot brownies. And, failing that, cleavage. The part that isn't wrinkled. Oh wait, too late. Fuck.

Oh, and I am reposting the Don photo. Just to get you back in the mood.

 Keep the faith.

Comments

[yochi]

i'm in

[Madge]

I'm in again. I thought this was all settled. Apparently, your mind is still working out all the details. Tell me when and where to send the check.

Does Don still have hair?

[Donald Green]

Is this my 15 minutes?
And in answer to Madge: not as much, but yeah.

[John Doe]

I'm in also. I will be the "Bull Fluffer" or run the "Chicken House".

Every person according to his needs.....or was that abilities?

No matter....I want in too!!!

[VictoryLane]

I'm not Jewish and barely into my 30's, but I'm in.

[annie]

I think we need some 3 & 4 year olds to keep us entertained.

[Burl Ives]

Red alert on sign #2.....I just attended my 40th high school reunion, and reunited with everyone who used to look at me in high school with that dog hearing a high pitched sound, head tilt. Two perfect words,OY Vay.I had a conversation with an ex-military/LAPD swat officer, who now does security in Las Vegas, just to remember that this dude and I drew blood at our schools anti-war event. Just precious.There were people, milling around with canes and walkers, no shit. I felt like Jack LaLanne. Not everyones gene's are warm and fuzzy. I was told that I looked the same as I did in high school,and felt pretty good about it....for 3.5 minutes. At dinner,I spontaneously cursed my sons for putting me in a rest home.
When I opened the photo's emailed to me from this grand event, I stopped in my tracks....I now look like the the illicit offspring from some unnatural tryst between Sebastion Cabot and Gabby Hayes.
I am currently organizing a reunion of people in my life from 6 months ago.

[Totie]

The photos lie. As does the picture of you in the closet, Dorian.