Thanksgiving

[David Casseres]

Why Robin, you old mugglesnoot you.

I drive through Our Guy's Marin County turf from time to time, and  
when I pass through Lagunitas I always think of an afternoon party I  
once attended there, at a household that straggled up and down a steep  
hillside.  There were at least two levels of decks and outbuildings  
connected by stairways, between the redwoods.  It was a hot day and  
insects buzzed, and if you could, you know, get into it, you could  
hear them doing Country Joe and the Fish.  And the air under those  
redwoods was, wow, it was visible! It shimmered and shifted and the  
hillside kind of, well, throbbed.

And on  some level on that hillside there was a jam session going on  
and one guy playing guitar had left his guitar case sitting open on  
the floor, and this cat came along and peered into it like cats do,  
being, you know, the beings they are, and usually they jump into the  
guitar case and it shuts on them.  Wow!  But this time, the cat got  
into the guitar case, and squatted down, and pissed in the guitar case.

So I said to the guitar player, "Hey man, you know the cat pissed in  
your guitar case."

And the guy, he said, "No man, but if you hum a few bars I can fake  
it."  And there was this electric current of, you know,  
communication!  It was a beautiful thing.

I did not make up any of this.  It really happened, in Lagunitas, in  
the Sixties.  Who Nose, maybe Ruggles was there too.




On Nov 22, 2007, at 11:40 AM, robinlandseadel at comcast.net wrote:

> First of all---Happy Thanksgiging [giggling?] to All
> readers ev'rywhere and with a soul in every stoned. . . .