Still Rosenthal came into picture after Mel. At that time in the 70s home grows were starting to become bigtime guerrilla grows. When he (Ed) came on the scene some thought another LA cowboy . . .
The Colombian invasion began. Mexico countered with big spears of sinsemilla. In my world at the time, every fall harvest growers brought their wares to a festival and a local homegrown music album was released. Guns replaced peace signs. The whole big business of the marijuana industry is in its infancy. We were living in a world without internet.
Though the wind does not blow here
still there are sad songs
and little dogs with angry hearts
barking with their fingers
at everything which moves
and some birds who fly in their sleep
but their feathers are not real
wishing for a life in someone else’s body
words that do not roll along any rivers
like water
looking for relatives
and counting blessings
the drum beats in the quiet void
where strangers posture strangely
and the door stays open
all night
Old photo from '05. They were pups. All gone now. The one looking from behind me was my first shepherd. He had my back always. Perfect gentleman in a crowd as long as no one touched me. I’d run him 14 miles along forest trails with the truck. This is him in his prime. I have part of him in my pouch!
Spirit sits back-to-back with Buddha. Looking west into mountains. Guided by good spirits, walk in and live life out or go back to world. Life choice long time past. Old man still thinks can do . . .
