Steve Sherry's The Vagabonds of '74

University of Kansas, Lawrence and The Doobie Brothers

Early '74 Montclair, New Jersey, Alf a most unusual friend
Cedar Grove, New Jersey my little town....Miss Munches House, Newberry's, Cedar Grove Pool
Hitchhiking To Albuquerque 1972, The Commune and Krishnamurti, University of New Mexico
Seeing Badfinger At Carnegie Hall, The Dugout, McSorely's Ale House
Seeing Bob Dylan, "The Poet Lad" At Madison Square Garden
South End Pizzeria, Van Gogh and Plans for California
Jersey Shore Recollections, Summer of '71. St. Louis, The Gateway of the West, The Road to Colorado
Rocky Mountain Panorama, Problems with the Pinto, Ritchfield Utah???
California! Lennon's Lost Weekend, Venice Beach, Malibu
Pacific Coast Highway, Panoramic Visions and the Magic Carpet Ride To Santa Barbara
San Francisco, The Shelter, The Warf and the Hole in the Wall Hotel
Sacramento, Jumping A Train? Wierd But True, The Shock of My Life
Oblivion, Reno, Good Samaritans and The Ghosts of Woody Guthrie, James Dean and Tom Joad
A Night In The Can in Kansas
University of Kansas at Lawrence and The Doobie Brothers
True Meditation Foundation of Human Understanding, "How Your Mind Can Keep You Well"
Vagabonds of '74 Part 2: Old Friend Ollie, Meeting Veronica, The Suburban in Montclair
BOSTON, The Leap of Faith and A Night in a Shelter
Sleeping in a Newspaper Truck, Cambridge Hippies and No Turning Back
Squatter's Rights: 269 BROADWAY, Furnishing Our Hippie Pad
269 BROADWAY becomes Miss Dale's Farm
California Hippies Arrive. Free Food from The Docks, Strange Encounters
Kenmore Square Blood Bank
Leonard Cohen, Patron Saint, Ali Defeats Foreman and the Great Squash Fight of '74
Vivid Visitors from New Jersey,
The Invasion of Boston University, Taking Over The Dorm
Jonathan Swifts, Harvard Square and The Sugar Shortage
Beacon Hill Gulf Gas Station and Reflections Atop The Longfellow Bridge
Christmas 1974 in Montclair, Returning to Cambridge, "13th Floor Panarama"
Bandages, Canes, Barroom Brawls and Spontaneous Conversation
Meeting Leonard Cohen
The Beginning Of The End and Saying Goodbye
Vagabonds of 74 Epilogue
Essex Catholic Memories: Crosby, Stills & Nash, Marty Liquori, Mark Murro, City Stadium, St. Benedicts, Dylan, Positively 4th St.
The Essex Catholic Wrestling Team 1971: 8 District Champs, Ting A Lings, Hitting the Town....
Essex Catholic Teachers and Students, Br. Harrington, Mr. Lamb, Mr. Taglieri, Mr. Zarro, Simon and Garfunkel
Random Events at Essex Catholic 1967-1971: Stuff Happens! Bomb Scare, JUG!, Abbey Road
Essex Catholic Senior Year 1971: World Trade Center Rising, The Staircase from "A Hard Days Night?" Meditation, MySpace: "Jersey Shore," Crosby, Stills and Nash Epilogue
The Jersey Shore: May, 2011 Brielle....Sea Girt....Introspection On The Sand.....
Essex Catholic Memories 2012

                               Alf Works His Magic Again


Our second ride of the day was in a sedan driven by a guy who said he was the District Attorney of some local town.

His destination was Lawrence and when he arrived he let us off on the Ramp and drove down the service road into town.

While Alf hitchhiked, I decided to make a quick sandwich from the peanut butter and jelly we'd bought the day before and stashed in his duffel bag.  
I could slap a sandwich together and have it gone before we even landed our next ride.

"Hand me your bag Alf, I'm gonna make a sandwich."

"It's right there, just take it."

I rummaged through the bag but had difficulty locating the jars so I dug deeper.
Still not having any luck,
I grabbed the afghan blanket and began pulling it out and noticed a splash of color. It was Jelly.

"I hope that damn jar didn't open inside your bag Alf!" 

I continued pulling and noticed something else on the blanket...... Peanut Butter!
And now chunks of glass..... and more Jelly..... and more Peanut Butter...... and more glass.........
I pulled out the entire blanket and tossed it on the ground.
It was completely covered in Peanut Butter, Jelly and shards of glass.

"What the hell did you do? Why the hell did you put the jars at the bottom of the bag?
Now we've got nothing to eat!"

Alf was unable to come up with an explanation but took exception to my being pissed off.
We were both frazzled and the recriminations flew.
Finally I made a play for some measure of making do.
At least we had the bread, that couldn't be smashed and broken.
Reaching into the sticky mess I felt for the plastic bag and fished it out but it was nothing more than a sack of crumbs.

In disgust, I threw the bag on the ground.

With the little food we had, now gone, and Alf's clothing covered in Peanut Butter and Jelly,
we had no choice but to forget about hitchhiking and head into town.
He shook out the broken glass and hobbled down to the service road.
Fortunately, Lawrence is a College Town and luckier still, the Campus was only a short walk away.

We would seek the Sanctuary of a College, The University of Kansas, to be exact, knowing the people there who'd be willing to help with the basic comforts of life. 

Our top priority was finding a place to sleep so we asked some Students passing by who pointed out a dorm and we headed over.
Since the semester had already ended, there were some vacant rooms which could only work to our advantage.

Inside we bumped into two students, one of whom was Sightless and we related our situation.
They were sympathetic and told us they could help.

It turned out that they both had roommates who had already left Campus and each had an empty bed in their rooms. They would double up in one room and let Alf and me use the other. It was that simple.

Our Sightless friend was very helpful, making sure we were comfortable while moving his belongings down the hall. That was that. We were in!

We then took our clothing over to the campus laundry and while waiting for the clothes to dry came upon an Ice Cream Machine.
We scrounged up enough change  for a couple Ice Cream Bars then with a little hunger inspired manipulation, were able to coax a couple more out of the machine for desert.

Back at the dorm there was a buzz circulating about a concert that was to take place that very night
on campus.
The Doobie Brothers would be playing in the Auditiorium at  8 o'clock.
Alf really liked the Doobie Brothers and when our Sightless friend returned to the room to pick up some things we asked him about the prospects for getting in.

"Not very good," he said. "The concert's been sold out for months so there's no extra tickets."

"Oh, sold out? That's too bad," Alf said.

As concert time drew near, enthusiasm in the dorm was gaining momentum.
Small groups of students were gathering and preparing to head to the Auditorium, a short walk away.
Alf and I traded glances. Yeah, we were tired and everything but a good concert would be a tonic.

Besides, not having Tickets never stopped us before and Alf's restless nature wouldn't allow him to just sit there when there was a Concert so close by.
I could see the wheels turning as he paced the room.

"Wanna go try to get in?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think we should," came the reply.

"Think we can?"

"We'll get in," he said, sounding as if he held  front row tickets. "Let's go check it out."

 In a few minutes we were at the Auditorium where students waited
at the door behind a roped-off section.  I'd been through the drill before and knew that all I had to do was follow Alf's lead.

We went around the side of the building, trying doors, hoping to find one unlocked but had no luck.
When we returned to the front, the line had already started moving. Now quick action was needed. 

To the right of the roped off area was another set of doors.
Boldly, Alf walked up and tried one.  Locked.
He went to the next one, tried it and it Opened.
It was brazen but maybe that's why it worked.
He was in and I was right behind him. We hugged the wall and made our way right up to the front where we sat on the floor to the right of the stage.

In a few minutes the Crowd was seated and the Concert started without delay.
The Doobie Brothers sashayed on stage as a loud ovation went up across the room.

They burst into their first number, filling the auditorium with jangly, up tempo vibes.

The decibel level was very high and we were so close to the speakers that we had to move back to protect our eardrums. Still, we had an intimate view of the band.

They performed their major hits; "Listen To The Music," "Jesus Is Just Alright," etc....etc......

We were having a good time but I remember how Ironic it felt to be sitting in front of the stage
Rocking and Rolling at the University of Kansas when we were broke, weary and 15 hundred miles from home.
Never the less, Alf had worked his magic yet again.........

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