My stay at Morningstar 43 Years Ago

My stay at Morningstar was short in length, but long in intensity. I weaved in and out of the fabric of everyone's lives there. Everyone was always moving from tree to teepee, from city to country. The woven society in flux, the cast always on the move. Free birds. I was always on the fringes, never stopping, never knowing.
Every person was there for a reason -- some to teach, some to eat, some for the girls, freedom of speech, a movement, anarchy, some to preach to the lost souls, and don't forget the dope. Everyone was there.
You were always amazed. The young man coming by with his cougar made us cautious, brave, and terrified.
Santa and all his packs of cigarettes. The young lady on horseback. The Sunday drivers out on a weekend cruise.
Morningstar was full of human souls looking for the meaning of life. Some asked, "Why in the hell am I working?" "What is the point of all this if we're going to blow ourselves to bits?" "Why do people hate me 'cause I'm Jewish?" "Why? Why? Why?".
Lou provided us with the space to try to find answers for ourselves. He was a tolerant man with musical talent.
This was not the society that was going to change the world. This was the society that was in itself changing.
We were optimistic, knowing that the world was going to be a better place to live. Well, it is probably a better place. We could go on forever on this subject, but would be all just conjecture.
The stories that I am going to tell all happened in the short space and time that I was either at Tolstoy or Morningstar. They will be not be in any form or design. I have told these stories a thousand times. As Allison and Laurel say, "Do we really have to?"
I do not have regrets or think back and wish that I was back there again. My life has been good. But these tales need to be shared.com.
If you have a tale to tell, get online and speak up.
Thanks to Lou