Perplexed
Rhett and I went to the WoodRose for breakfast yesterday, and if it wouldn’t have been for the Independent on the bar I would have thought we were in SoCal. I saw minidresses, strappy heels, big hoop earrings, gold chains, 10 gallon Gucci bags, big studded sunglasses, saggy designer jeans, tight designer jeans, perfectly coiffed hair and blue eyeshadow. All this might seem a bit 
shallow but I was a little taken aback. Where were all the dready hippies, the long flowing skirts over patchwork pants, the smell of patchouli oil and body odor? Did the hippies breed and come up with some highly mutant strain or did all these people migrate to SoHum for….what?
Don’t tell me they came for the weed. I thought pot culture was all about bucking the system. You smoked pot so you could get lost in the way things should be. I thought people came here to go back to the land and get away from capitalism. Did all those hippies have kids that rebelled against their lofty ideals but couldn’t escape the place?
If they are Humboldt County’s next generation. Their parents didn’t teach them their trade very well. On the front page of the Independent was a story of a pot bust. 8 people and two cars were parked at the bottom of Bell Springs Rd., where it connects with 101. A sherriff pulled up and asked if they needed any help. The smell of weed permeated the air so he called for backup and searched the vehicles. He found 20 pounds of marijuana and $100,000. All they had to do was drive up Bell Springs Road 100 yards and they would have been fine. Oh well, as my grandfather would say, they have to pay their stupid tax now.
In Retaliation 
April 20, 2009 at 10:50 am
I was in Gville the other day and watched an obviously enhanced young woman in expensive jeans and polished nails swing into Chatuaqua and there were lots more like her around. Change is inevitable but…I miss the hippie culture.
April 20, 2009 at 2:33 pm
Those were the days!
April 22, 2009 at 10:51 am
I agree heartily on both accounts.
April 23, 2009 at 7:59 am
Change is in the air.
And it smells like Chanel.
May 3, 2009 at 3:50 pm
You got a firsthand view of our culture in transition. Our next generation seems to be rebelling in a very strange way. I find it hard to take sometimes. I miss my fresh squeezed O.J. with the tiedyed birkenstock crowd. I’ll adjust I suppose, just as my family adjusted to the influx of hippies in their ranching and logging community.
I know I haven’t said much lately, but I wanted to say hi and tell you I really enjoy reading your blog. I’m sorry about the way I ended my blog. I read your post about it, and though we’ve never met I felt like I had betrayed a friend. This culture needs to tell it’s stories, but I was not expecting the attention my little blog got and it was overwhelming for me.
I’m so glad you continue to blog. I look forward to your posts.
May 19, 2009 at 10:31 pm
Sohumborn, thank you so much for reading. I am sure I am not the only one who hopes you continue to write. I don’t feel betrayed. Your stories were one of the only reasons I used the internet, and I was just throwing a fit because I knew I would miss it. You got a lot of attention because you brought us all into the story with you, we cared about the characters and wanted to know what would happen next. Your writing deserved the attention it received.
Thank you again, your comment means a lot to me. (even though I don’t know you)