Seventy And Two

Today’s my birthday. I’m seventy-two, which on my planet seems extremely strange since I believe I’m actually in my thirties … but I digress. Anyhow, I’ve gotten heaps of lovely birthday wishes from friends all over the planet. I wanted to comment on an oddity in that regard. I keep seeing the following meme in…

A Week In The Nuthouse

It’s a curious thing to write about a time that is now 45 years in the past. Autre temps, autre moeurs, as they say, other times, other customs. Looking back, it was an innocent time, the start of the Seventies. And I was young and foolish, as I suspect I’ve amply demonstrated in the first…

The Group

I’ve detailed the periphrastic and circuitous path that led me to Makawao in three posts, One, Two, and Three. When I left off, Dave and I had just finished building a boat, I was living in the projection room of an old theater, I was making good money as a cabinetmaker, and I was set…

Mushroom-Shaped Clouds In Makawao

As promised, my path to the LSD-assisted psychotherapy community was long and circuitous. This is part three. I wrote about the first part here, and the second part here. As that second part ended, in 1971 I was 24 and living on Makena Beach, a nude beach on the island of Maui. Hey, a young…

Tropical Crime And Punishment

Christmas here, a lovely clear day. Dinner with the inlaws and outlaws. And since I can’t be bothered to write something on such an easygoing holiday as this, I’ll post up another tale from another time. People sometimes ask how I learned so much about coral atolls and islands. It’s because for three years in…

Blackmailing the Japanese Ambassador

Well, it’s a slow day here at Chez Nous, weekend before Chrismas. Family is here, life is good, so rather than write something new, I thought I’d post a story I wrote a while ago. I got to talking and laughing with my lovely lady today about old Billy Bennett. Billy was a rascal and…

The Makena Munch

Well, in my first post in a convoluted tale of how I ended up living in an LSD-assisted psychotherapy commune in Hawaii, entitled Another Tale of Derring-Don’t, I forgot to mention what happened in Mexico on our way out of town. So let me back up a bit. David and I had gotten into a…