tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11693888.post114369076046387889..comments2023-04-02T08:17:05.618-07:00Comments on THOUGHTS BY SEAWITCH: Not a Hippie!SEAWITCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13974403903911560705noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11693888.post-1143725643680079342006-03-30T05:34:00.000-08:002006-03-30T05:34:00.000-08:00patrick,My company's CPA and my bosses call me a h...patrick,<BR/><BR/>My company's CPA and my bosses call me <EM>a hippie and flower child</EM>. :)<BR/><BR/>Which is pretty funny. I could never be one. I like to bath every day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11693888.post-1143724622216232312006-03-30T05:17:00.000-08:002006-03-30T05:17:00.000-08:00I was pretty much the "anti hippy".I was pretty much the "anti hippy".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11693888.post-1143693333603884532006-03-29T20:35:00.000-08:002006-03-29T20:35:00.000-08:00joe,I know the feeling. It's amazing how age can ...joe,<BR/><BR/>I know the feeling. It's amazing how age can change your way of thinking. What? No Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young? :)<BR/><BR/>My son asks questions about when I was growing up. I manage to evade answering the questions about some of the dubious things I've done.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11693888.post-1143693100107563452006-03-29T20:31:00.000-08:002006-03-29T20:31:00.000-08:00Without taking the test (I'm afraid of what it mig...Without taking the test (I'm afraid of what it might tell me), I think I used to be a bit of a hippie. Thought Easy Rider was a cool flick. Bought a Harley and, of course, grew my hair. Listened to Crosby, Stills & Nash, It's A Beautiful Day and enjoyed a little Poco music.<BR/><BR/>But, something happened and I can't say exactly what it was. Age! Yes, I think age is what happened. Age has brought me to a more conservative way of thinking.<BR/><BR/>I can sit here and get red-faced recounting some of the things I've done, clothes I've donned in public, etc. But, I guess I'm glad to have the memories of a footloose time. -JoeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com