Steve Sherry's The Vagabonds of '74

The Invasion of Boston University
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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

Meeting Tim Lawrence, Sarah, Taking Over the Dorm.....  

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One asset that Jolly Rodger brought with him was his friendship with Tim Lawrence.
 
Tim was a student at B.U. and knew both Roger and Toad from back in Jersey.
 
During his first few weeks in town, Roger would disappear over to B.U. for days at a time.

When he returned it was always with stories of Dorm Parties, woman and drinking at the bars.
 
As Tim's name began to pop up more and more, it seemed only a matter of time before we would all make the trek to B.U. and one night we were invited to hear some Music there.  

The evening found us in our living room downing shots of Vodka, nursing beers and dressing up in our eccentric clothing........

Well Oiled, we stepped out the door and made our way to the Subway........
 
Beautiful Losers suspended in time, exploring Uncharted Territory........
Juggling Double Edged Swords......Harmonizing.......
passing around bottles of Southern Comfort...........

......and me, smiling through pain.....philosophizing......throwing out one liners......
reciting Dylan Thomas and T.S. Eliot.......searching for the transcendent beauty who would see that I was trapped in a Metaphysical Dungeon and throw me the key..........

We were a Vaudeville Act making our way along, getting on and off Subways
and street cars...........adrift on a sea of Humanity upon a life raft called Survival........
 
as rich kids steamed by on their father's Yachts leaving us bobbing in their wake.......
........sinking into the abyss........bailing frantically........

Luck was hard to come by in the autumn of 1974, a date which will live in infamy.......
and being broken, it was all I could do to just carry on, fighting the hob goblins of self doubt while trying to come off Nonchalant...........

I knew I had ethics and I knew I had Humanity and Spirituality was always there and I was as determined to survive as any Human Being could possibly be..........
because I was a Believer.......and that's what I brought to the dance...........
the fact that I was a Believer.......

Making our way through the streets we eventually found ourselves at
the Hallowed Halls of Boston University.....

It was an okay scene, young people gathered in a large room with loud Music playing.
 
Roger introduced us to Tim, a tall, friendly guy who didn't just shake hands but had witty, disarming things to say.
 
He was Athletic looking but had long hair and liked to party.
 
His instincts were those of a Diplomat, making sure we all felt at home while introducing us to his friends with whom we had nothing in common so it was a real Balancing Act.....

After a while we left to go to a little Get Together on the 7th floor of Tim's dorm.
By then I was already out of it, a bit tipsy, tired and I just wanted to lay down.......

"Hey, go up to my room," Tim suggested, "13th floor. If anyone's there just tell 'em I said it was okay."

That's how I met Sarah. Whenever Roger returned from B.U. her name came up in the conversations.

"There's a girl named Sarah over there. You'd like her Dave." 

When I opened the door it was dark and I groped for the light switch but before I could
find it I saw someone stirring in the bed.

"Is this Tim's room?" I asked.

"Yeah, this is Tim's room," a female voice answered.

Students exchanged rooms to allow for privacy and Sarah was sleeping in Tim's room while two other students used hers.
 
Tim would be sleeping in a different room that night and told Sarah she could use his room.

It was a strange situation, a strange way to meet someone but as we began talking, one thing led to another and from then on Sarah and I were an item.

She was easy going, a good listener and conversationalist so we really communicated.
 
Culturally, we were far apart, she was from Texas so we spent a lot of time comparing different points of view.

When our Motley Crew wandered over to B.U. on that Fateful Night we pretty much took over the dorm.
 
Sarah, Tim and their friends were fascinated by our antics (like singing doo-wop music in the lobby). We were a welcomed distraction from the Rigors of school.

Roger soon began hanging out with a tall blond named Jane.
 
Her characterization of our crowd was, much to my surprise, "good company."
Some of the other students disagreed and referred to us as "the bums."

Jane was a real trooper who was able to take Jolly Roger's idiosyncrasies in stride, something most people were unable to do.
 
Thereafter, Roger and I spent most of our free nights sleeping over in the dorm......... 

Sarah was an oasis in the Sea of Madness swirling all around me.
A busy person, she thrived on responsibility and seemed to know everyone on campus.
 
Her room was at the end of a long corridor and provided privacy and quietude.
 
To my delight, she had a Leonard Cohen album which was one of the few records I had access to and we would listen to it at night while staring at the ceiling..........

On afternoons when Sarah wasn't around I'd join Tim and Roger in the ongoing rap sessions in Tim's room.
 
Tim was the kind of guy everyone respected because he was easy going and seemingly devoid of ego.

There wasn't a trace of arrogance in him and he was equally at ease with us or the sons and daughters of Wealth and Privilege.  

He got a kick out of Roger and Toad whom he'd known for years and was now friends with me, Ollie, Eddie and Leo.

I was impressed by his ability to get along with everyone while looking down on no one.

What's more, he and Sarah both had a measure of Political Clout in the Dorm.
They were the lynch pins of our tight knit group at B.U.

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