That was basically my ‘uniform’ for the 1970’s… bell bottom blue jeans with patches, a black t-shirt… usually with ‘Bad Company’ written on it, and with a big pot leaf below that. Yeah, I wore a vest over my t-shirt. Sometimes I even wore the vest without a shirt underneath it.
Two questions should spring immediately to mind.
One… But Arthur, you said you had really long hair in the 70’s, where is it?
I did have long hair for most of the 70’s, but I was in the U. S. Navy for two years, when I was 17 and 18. They made me cut it off…
Two… Uh, Arthur, why are you wearing Alice Cooper makeup?
Well, a friend and I, who were stationed on a Navy base in San Diego at the time, were going to a midnight show of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Yes, I know that Alice Cooper has nothing to do with that movie, that’s why it’s funny.
You might also be wondering about my glassy eyes. Hey, it was Saturday night. I was on drugs. Probably a lot of them. If it had been Tuesday morning, I would have only been on one kind of drug… maybe. Because… the 70’s.
That is me on the right, if you had any doubts about my military service. I was 17-years-old. I was a trouble maker. I had a problem with authority… any kind of authority.
That’s me in boot camp, learning how to make my bed the correct military way, and scratching my newly-shaved cranium.
I also helped keep the garbage cans polished… because that is how we fought Russia, the evil empire of communism, back in the day.
I am sorry about the quality of these pictures. They are scans of really old photographs.
There I am, on the right, in an even older photo. I was about 14-years-old in this family Christmas picture. Notice the long hair already… and the look my mom is giving me.
I was already growing my trademark mustache…
I have decided, despite my attempts to keep this blog family friendly, as well as not wanting possible employment options to be scuttled, to be upfront about my trouble-making day. Anybody who won’t hire me because I did drugs that many decades ago can kiss my grits.
