I usta play guitar in front of the student union all the time during those days. Made good money too. Student hippies were very generous to the hat. Did a lot of street theater there too. :cheers2: Spent most of my hippie days hitchhiking between Berkeley and Boulder. -
Not from here but live here. The Bay Area... could you ask for a better place? Berkely is one of my favorite places to be.
I have a Berkely story.My friend was attending Berkely as a student in '67.He had a beautifull '67 Triumph motorcycle that he parked with the dozens of other cycles when he went to class.One day he came out and couldn't find his bike and he said he couldn't believe it was gone.He kept wandering around the bikes looking but--yup it was gone.He got so pissed ,he stole someone elses new bike and hid it.He was riding it to his hometown in the central valley when he ran out of gas.He put it on the side of the road,hitch-hiked 10 miles to town,got some gas and a ride back to the bike.Or rather ,where the bike had been.Somebody had stolen it!He never bought another one.
Born and raised in the Bay Area! I live right off of Haight street, so my heart is here, but Berkeley is an amazing place too!
You guys were in Berkeley in the early '70s? Did one of you steal my sleeping bag and gear that I so foolishly left unattended on the steps of the Student Union, back in April of '71? I lost all of my souvenirs from 6 months of hitchhiking. (How I mourn the loss of my mardi gras beads and dubloons.) Here, I was thinking that Berkeley, of all places, would be filled with the spirit of brotherly love. Oh, crushed hope for the new society, that you should be toppled by petty larceny...
hahaha.T'wasn't me by golly.Last time I passed thru Berserkly,I was coming from Washington and I started to turn up telegraph and saw what seemed like one hundred police cars with flashing lights--so I proceeded on down to LA.They were probably looking for your stuff!
I would HOPE so! But, if they were they must not have had any luck. I had to re-provision myself at a "free" church nearby. Those cast off polyester slacks were no substitute for my road-worn and leather patched jeans, I can tell you... And, like your friend, I found it necessary to steal a ratty old "mummy" bag (that was leaking feathers) out of the back of an unlocked car. I still feel bad about ripping off that piece-o-shite sleeping bag, but I figured that if the guy has a car, at least he still had a place to sleep.
Berkeley was about peace and love, but it was about rip-offs too. Just like the Hashbury in San Francisco, until they cleaned it up. It could be dangerous there, if you weren't careful. Some great memories of that area. I remember a demonstration at People's Park .. maybe that wasn't the official name of it, but that's what it was called. It was a small city park, and a developer wanted to build on it. So we demonstrated against the development. We won, too. He backed off and went somewhere else. And then the time eight of us from our house went to a laundromat not far from the Cal campus. We didn't have a lot of clothes, some of us only had the clothes on our backs. So we all stripped and sat there naked while our clothes were washing. Nobody bothered us. That was the sort of thing people did back then. I haven't been there in years and years. Do they still have the street scuptures in the mud flats along the Bay?
I was at People's Park. They eventually turned it into a parking lot. Funny thing though, to this day tires keep getting slashed at People's Parking Lot. I prolly played some guitar for you.......I miss you. -
