Peace Story #1. Meeting "The Wailing Wailers" in Redwood City, California in 1996, in Northern California, Amongst the Redwoods, and the "Gangster's Paradise" Weather and Temperature of the CA Climate

I met Bob Marley's and Peter Tosh's band, The Wailers, in California, in the Redwood Forest in Northern California (not called North Woods) in 1996, in the Springtime. (The North Woods Is In Michigan).

Bob Marley and Peter Tosh's Band, The Wailers, from Jamaica played Redwood City California, in 1996, and I was there and I partied with them, and they are cool musicians, and cool guys.

Yeah, my buddies pulled a dirt-bag maneuver, they are good dudes most of the time, but this time, well, they conspired, the weirdos, to abandon me up North in Arcata, California near the Oregon border. . .Damn!

Well The Redwood Forests up there in Arcata (Near Eureka), have clearings in them, and for only about the third time in my life, I was drinking wine, it was Burgundy wine. I usually drank beer, not wine.

So, we were in the clearing of pine needles in the Redwood forest there, me and my good-as-shit friends, the wino hippies were there, pounding wine -- after my friends had decided I "wasn't good enough" to meet Bob Marley's band, The Wailers, from Jamaica, who would be playing a festival -- maybe 100 miles down South -- in Redwood City with some other bands, LOL, and my dirt-bag-conspiring friends would meet the Wailers -- because it was a tiny venue.

OK, so, there I was drinking that big jug of Carl Rossi's wine in the pine needles clearing with a group of assorted characters and good friends around mid-day.

The clearing in the old growth Redwood Forest where we were, in Arcata, in Humboldt County was a short distance from Interstate Highway 101, which Traverses the California, Oregon, and I think, Washington state Pacific North Coast -- very scenically at times.

[Unnecessary Footnote: Ronald Reagan went to college in Eureka College, in Eureka, Illinois, but then later became the governor of California. Reagan did not, however, rename the town in California, 'Eureka', after his college. It was already named Eureka, Calif. when Reagan became governor, and, at least since the California Gold Rush of 1849, and before that, when it was a whaling town, before electricity, when lamps ran on whale blubber].

So, I don't usually drink wine, because I do not like it. I don't like the taste of it, I think it ruins the taste of grape juice. . . and I am sitting there drinking it, and drinking it, those girls and guys I was with are awesome.

One girl who lived in the Redwood trees full time, she saw California Pixies appear and land on roads and whatnot, so frequently, that when my other friends would see one with her, and the Pixie would land on a rock or something, or fly around, or whatever, she wouldn't even be surprised, she was so used to seeing her.

Another guy who was there, had hairy tops of toes too like me, but he was taller, and he would walk through the forest and one day he and I were traveling somewhere on a path that way and he made up a song, and it went like this:

"And Stony I Will Be, and Stony I will get, and Schwilly? And Stony? And Schwilly I will get. Stoney, and Schwilly, and schwilly, and stony, Stoney I will get and be. Schwilly, Schwlly. Stoney, Stoney."

So these guys were my friends, the f&*&^*&*'n assh&^*&^*&^*es weren't with us that day.

So all of a sudden, I decided. No, no my friends can't ditch me to go se Bob Marley and Peter Tosh's old band, The Wailers play.

So I took a final chug of wine and I waved a big wave to my hippy deadhead family.

"Where are you going?" the scruffy guys asked.

"Redwood City," I told them, "I'm going to hitchhike down there, this is the highway 101, it goes up and down the whole West coast. I came through Redwood City going North and South a few times, it's a straight shot on the 101."

"Well, OK, be careful," the drunk guys said.

I walked, or probably ran over to the ramp onto the highway, and I walked down to the highway and stood there.

The first semi-truck that came along, picked me up.

I was behind the cab and real drunk, and there was a hot female and she trying to get all over me, but there was video recordings possibly and the driver could have turned his head and seen, so I remained fully clothed. I was 22 years old.

yeah, LOL.

So then he told me we had arrived in Redwood City, and it was cool. so I waved goodbye to them (whoever they were).

Yeah several bands were playin' basically a large barn in Redwood City.

And my two pretentious, pompous, and clueless friends were munching pork rind potato chips (their favorites), I think that's what they were, one had arrived from San Francisco and I walked in and they were alarmed and shocked.

But that is because they are nerds.

So I don't remember what bands played there except The Wailers, and The Wailers played last.

Before they played, me and them and Dirt-Bag Numero Uno who had arrived in from San Francisco, sat in a circle, and partied, and discussed a few things. Them and me had a light-hearted conversation -- something the shocked individual from Outer Space (actually he's from America but he waxes on pontificatingly about a country he feels romantically attached to where he did not grow up in and where his parents did not grow up in either, yup that's him), the guy who had arrived from San Francisco -- he might be truly incapable of experiencing light-hearted conversation. LOL.

The Wailers are cool, I know a few of them have passed away recently, and I don't know their names, but they are -- you know who they are? They are so good of musicians! Listen to albums like "Bob Marley and the Wailers, Live at the Roxy (Deluxe edition)".

But that's who they are -- just very normal guys who happen to be amazingly awesome as musicians.

Me and them hit it off well, and we liked each other, and we had fun, there. In the Redwood Forest.

Yeah, well, I got a ride back to Arcata with the people who gave a ride down to my friend who ditched me on the way down, and I lived at their house for two more months uninvited, pretty cool right?

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